Noon, October 17
The Prancing Pony, Bree
Pa gave me this journal when I left home two weeks ago, to write about my travels and experiences during my search for Theron, but I have left it empty so far. I feel a bit guilty about that since I know he didn't want to let me leave at all. He did, though, he let me go and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. Two weeks I've been here, searching the Breelands for some sign, someone who had seen him or heard of him, remnants of a camp, anything! All I've gotten for my troubles is bruises and a gash on my thigh.
I'd always thought I was a skilled hunter and tracker, a good shot with my bow and handy with my daggers. I always did well in the Chetwood, and Pa and Theron would praise my abilities...were they wrong? I've never been more useless in all the years of my life! I can hardly stalk through the woodlands and fields of Bree without attracting the attention of some beast! My shots are weak and it takes twice the arrows to bring down a boar or bear!
Is it me? Am I really such a poor hunter? I know I'm young and naive, with a bit too much pride, but have I really been so wrong about myself? I've always wanted to be a hunter, to be strong, to wander through the Wild. And after Ma died, I wanted it even more! Theron said I could be, that I was already talented and at home in the forest...I suppose I've let him down.
The other night, a man struck up a conversation with me, Bregu was his name. He said he was a traveler, and of course, I asked him if he had met anyone matching Theron's description. He said he hadn't, but he did ask for more detail. After, he said that perhaps it was a test, a test of my abilities, to find my mentor.
If so, then I fear I have failed. I fear I will disappoint Theron and Pa, and all of my efforts will have been for nothing. I fear
No, enough of that! I've thought on that for too long! Whatever the case, I have left home and I've begun traveling, if only a bit. I should look ahead to that!
Three days ago, I did find some tracks, and they led me to a small group of goblins! I managed to defeat them all, though not without getting that gash in return. And I met a man, a Ranger, I think, who I suspect might be connected to Theron...although, I don't know where he is now.
So, I have accomplished something, at the very least. I suppose I should simply resolve to strengthen my skills and get stronger! No use dwelling on the thought of failure, however it may sting. I'm off towards Brandybuck today, and I should arrive by nightfall. Another search begins!
Ruanna Westlake
