Morning once again, busied, pained, and finally not willing not move any longer. I'm thankful to Raevenhart for all that he has done. Though now I fear I have dragged to many people into his horrid tale that ends only in pain and blood. Many moons ago I took a job, one I shouldn't have no matter how much training I had. I'm a hobbit what chance was there really that this would turn out the way I wanted it. Well a group....some horrible, disgusting, dark group was killing people. Paid to do it I guess, though the leader picks random people as well to train what to him are no more then nameless, faceless servants to kill. I was hired to go in and do my best to bring him down. I had to work under him for a few months...I soon found out I was with child. Oh why of all times! The father I hadn't seen in quite some time. I knew I had to leave the deadly living conditions if I wanted to have a normal life. I made a choice to kill the leader which the called the 'Raven'. The name being earned as the bird of death due to what happens to people if they are caught by him. I...I don't want to think about the screams I have heard. I was called to a meeting with him and decided it was my chance. I entered his room and as he turned I tried to stab him. The knife did not go as far as I needed it to go. I slashed his chest but it was for not. Even I knew I had failed when I saw the cut was not deep enough.
I ran back to Bree. I hid my armor and weapons in a camp outside the town. I was going to try to hide among the hobbit and people of Bree. However I stayed on the outskirts of the town for the time being. Soon I realized my mistake most painfully. As I gathered water one morning from a small stream a shadow passed over me. The pain in my stomach caused a scream even I didn't know I could cause to escape as the shadow ran. I remember watching as the stream became red under me. I woke up in the care of a couple hobbits. I felt...odd...lighter. Not as bloated. I realized it. My child, the child I had wanted to raise was gone. I had lived thanks to him but I would never see the little one, never get to hold him. Oh what had I done!
Later that winter I made it back to Bree, to those I had known before. I was safe until a she elf walked into the pony. I had to leave quickly! I packed and headed out through the Mud Gate, toward the north gate of Bree. Again a shadow passed over me. The pain in my stomach that I had felt before had come back. It hurt worse this time and the darkness came sooner. I remember waking up later to water and broth. The elf had been caught and I was alright. I woke up to a new person and a small chain with a gold star on it around my neck.
Over the next few days Tahandil become a very close friend even if he had be injured badly while I had pulled out my stitches. I thought everything was over. I would be safe. Why, why did I have to be wrong this time! The 'Raven' came and Tah killed him, Tah himself being injured again. I'm bad luck aren't I? Over this time he became a father to me though. I started to call him 'Ada'. I loved him dearly though my sneaking off to get air scared him, a lot. I couldn't stand staying in a bed for long though. Irony being I've spent more time in one lately then I ever have. I was starting to loose what hope I had. Tah ran off and I met a hobbit while trying to find him. Raven haired lad, lovely not to much unlike the first lad I had meet..just a bit more odd. Sadly something was slipped into my ale. In hind sight I now see it was him that had put it there. Oh poor Raevenhart, how many times has he had to get me to throw up poisons now.
I snuck off again. I know I shouldn't had but the lad had come back and I had not know what had happened to my drink yet. I went with him to what he had called his home. He took me back to the pony after a few hours, and Tah had been waiting. Never had I made ada this mad, nor would I like too ever again. Wally, the hobbit took me to the main room, we had were sharing drinks when Brywolf walked up. He ask the lad what he was doing back in Bree. Knifes where pulled and I remember a knife on my throat as the healers in the room run over. The skin was cut but not deeply thankfully. It hurt but soon the lad was gone and I was drinking a bit of water.
Once I had calmed down I was given a knife and told to go to my room for rest. I wish I had asked someone to walk there with me. A man of dark skin was waiting. The knife I was given was nothing against this man, my wrist I'm sure broke when he used his weapon the to get it from me hand, his hands causing the rest of the bruises on my skin as he dragged me through Bree. My stitches in my stomach had ripped open and my mouth was busied. I finally passed out. I do not know what happened after that except for the feeling of throwing up and water being pushed to my lips. Everything hurt...it still does. As I write this I see the wrappings around my left wrist.
Hopefully I will write again but I'm not sure...it depends on how many want my life.
