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Poor Impressions



I fear I most likely made a poor impression on the Avari. The last week has been a bit trying on my patience. Being bed ridden by an over attentive healer has not done me well either. I fear I have taken it out on him. It is going to take a great deal of patience to fix any bond with this Avari. I do not know if this is possible. I do not blame him if he chooses to avoid me. Now that I have had time for my temper to cool, Ai! I have been horridly mean. Orc like in manner even. Tis not his fault he did not understand, yet I pelted the salve jar at him anyway. True, he tried to kill Badhor. Still, I should not have. It was childish of me. I must make things right.

Lord Haldaer took him to Imladris for healing. The bear trap the orcs caught him in had injured his leg badly. I am glad Lord Haldaer showed up when he did. I am not certain I could have fought the Uruk-Hai and emerged victorious. Even with only one arm, the injury to my side would have hindered me. I have a great deal of shortcomings to make up for in the near future.