I received another letter from Baradar today. I smiled as I held it, unopened, in my hands. The simple knowledge that, far away though we both may be, he still wishes to keep our connection intact warms my heart considerably. I wanted to enjoy that feeling, thus it took a while before I opened it.
When I did, I found his words to be disturbing. He seeks the past now, travelling into dangers unknown; not just physical ones, but mental and emotional as well. I am not sure that his course is a wise one, yet I replied with words of support for his endevour for how could I do otherwise? He states that he will take thoughts of me with him, hoping that my memory will aid him through the hard times he knows are to come. Were I to speak to him of doubt now it is possible that what little strength he seeks to draw from my image will be diminished. He will need all that he can get in this and I will not lessen it with my own insecurities.
Anddo the hobbit found me as I was writing my reply. I showed him the letter from Baradar since they are such good friends and he became concerned as well. He knows far more of this man than I and was more than willing to tell me what it was that bothered him so.
A part of me wishes that he had not. Now my worry is increased tenfold, but there is naught that I can do for him at this time. My life is promised away for the moment. I cannot back out of this.
I hear them now; the loud, gruff voice of the woman with whom I met. She calls for me to come join them. They are here ahead of time, it seems, but no matter. I must gather my things and journey with them.
