We have arrived in Rivendell, Baradar and I.
He believes that the elves will cause me to heal faster and, as nice an idea as that may be, I am rather of the opinion that I would have healed quicker had I not just spent almost two weeks travelling whilst injured in the first place. Still, I have made no mention of that to him. Baradar does as he believes is best and with naught but good intentions. His primary focus, I think, was getting me as far from Bree as he could.
It has been a long and hard road for me. Sleep has not been easy to come by for I cannot find a position in which to lie comfortably. The stitches on both my front and back hurt abominably when I lie on either and pull against the skin should I lie on my side. I am so tired, but with luck I should be able to get some decent rest in the upcoming days.
This valley is beautiful beyond words. I wish I could describe both it and the feeling of peace it causes in me, but nothing I write could do it justice. For all that, though, I also feel... lost. This is all so strange to me and I am so out of place here. The flawlessness of the inhabitants only serves to remind me of my own appearance and, whilst I have met elves before - indeed, a kind lady by the name of Irmiel even tended my wounds back in Bree - still I have never seen so many in one place. It is silly, perhaps, but I am left feeling so inadequate when faced with these perfect creatures.
I may be here now, but my mind wanders constantly back to the ruins of Thorenhad. Davick visited me there. Twice. I had no idea he had been following us. Indeed, upon our last meeting in Bree he had told me that he had no wish to ever see me again and yet...
And yet he followed to watch over me. He knows as well as I that Drevorin would not follow me out here. He could easily have remained in Bree to watch his enemy instead of following in my footsteps, but follow me he did. His games are growing ever more convoluted, I think. He says one thing, does another and expects me to find the truth behind the contradictions. It is puzzling in the extreme and I find his mysteries a little more difficult to work out now that I spend so little time with him. Still, I work on them nontheless.
Baradar tells me that he will have to leave here soon and that he may be away for some time. When he departs, so shall I though our destinations will not be the same. I shall return to Bree, there to find Fingers and Toodle. If there is one thing my encounter with Drevorin has taught me, it is that I need to learn more from them. I need to protect myself better and those two men can train me further.
