World seems smaller than I thought or maybe it’s my past chases me everywhere...
I stopped counting the days after I left the house of Kharads’... I know that it must have been more than four months since I came to Bree but I wonder how long passed since the last time I saw someone I know before? Four years? Maybe more…
Last night I thought I saw Erkenwerd, one of the many who I trained with but maybe the only one accepted me in the way I am, and lost his sight in the crowd or.. I wanted to lost… I’m not sure…
My exhausted mind distracts so easily and I find myself in a conversation with one of the friendly staff of Buttlebur. Her name was Cymaru and told me about so many different things. Then, of course asked me about my past… family… Where did I come from… when.. Why…
So many unanswered questions… Give them a little piece of information and ask about them to change the way of conversation. It always works and worked again. But that never changes the facts… You can never run away from the past…
And I heard that melody… Silly.. He was still missing the same notes. That is like a signature of him. That moment I realized that I have to face my past at some point and couldn’t think of a better person to start with. I walked towards to their group and waited for him to finish his playing. Funny… that he greet me like we never get apart… With the very same laugh and smile…
Is it possible that he has not know of what happened with Kharads’ or my father… He didn’t ask me why I left. Maybe that is why he already knows…
He never judges’ people… accepts them the way they are and gives them big smile in return.
All came too much for a night… Too much for my tired mind… I felt worn out and although he has done nothing wrong I wanted to get away.
I wanted him and his friends to excuse me but they didn’t want to let me go alone. That little Hobbit made me smile and his friend Uthorin walked with me to the entrance.
I started to feel better as soon as I breathe in the fresh air and walked towards the fountain to splash cold water to my face. But then again they found me... That little friend and Uthorin… Made him come after me… Poor Erkenwerd.. They must have mistaken about me and him but… but I must confess that talking with him for the second time made me settled inside. He just said that “You could be friends with them… just let them be…”
Letting someone in… Although it doesn’t seem possible for me, knowing that may enough to ease my heart…
