Dear Diary,
I had forgotten how much I longed for the sea air....or perhaps I hadn't noticed it until now. I often fail to notice things like that.
It is good to take some rest here in Belfalas, to know I have a safe place to call home over the sea. Certainly enough room in this pile of stones. Cost a pretty penny too but then what use does gold have if you keep it? Good. It's better than a tent I suppose, at least until my sister starts whinging about something or other.
Still, I am in such a jolly mood i am even glad to see the monk, wringing or no. Xanderian will settle down...it would be good for her to do so since I still see a shadow behind her eyes and it pains me. If it is still there when Xanir finally arrives he will question me about it as if I have answers. I have no answers save that the road is a harsh master and that her cares are her own business.
Enough.
The finest Ale in all of blessed Gondor is still in Dol Amroth. Not that wheaty swill the Dwarves swear by but light, smooth, filled with pep. I swear they must brew it in enchanted casks or mix in fairy blood for a little extra kick. I spent most of the morning drinking with Raand while the movers plyed their trade with the furnishings. They certainly did not need me about and it has been too long since I could drink without interruption. A few haughty gazes from Gondorian Matrons off to market for carousing just short of sunrise, but Raand stared at them and they swallowed hard and kept going. He is good for things like that. We had a good laugh at least. Well, I did...but he looked amused so that is something. I am sure he gave the Matrons pleasant dreams. Maybe they will ask their fat husbands to growl for them next time. Ha!
Anyway, even Raand agreed it was fine ale, but then he likes the Moria Pudding they call Ale on the 21st Hall. "Tastes like a Goblin dying" he says and I do see his point.
I am running out of page so I will finish and say it was a good day and that soon Raand and I will meet old comrades and see who has lived and who has not. That will be a time, I am sure.
Still no Xanir. The Monk is worried though she does not say it. I mock her for being a hen. The child always lands on his feet I tell her and go back to oiling SilverWand.
Should we worry?
