Found:
Turbulence.
It's been a strange few days.
When I awoke, the world seemed so full of promise. so bright and shiny, almost new! My euphoria since then hasn't abated, though certain people have tried hard to quench it. I won't let them.
I've spoken to Rhaug a few times since. He remains angry and distant, unforgiving. That's fine. I don't need his forgiveness. I don't even need him to understand. I've tried to make some reparation to our relationship, such as it is, but he is unreceptive. So be it. As has been the way since before my journey to Rohan, the man is determined to see the worst in all that I say and do and I... I have no desire to change his mind at this time. Let him think as he will. Let him see what he wants. If what he needs is a villain, a scapegoat for his scorn, then I will play that role for him. Better that he despise me than turn his derision inwards and I fear he is on the verge of doing just that.
It seems he has found a companion of sorts in Thorontir. It's been a long time since last I saw that man. As Dunedain go, he is one of the kinder ones I have encountered. However, whilst far from being a bad man, he remains a prime example of the hubris and arrogance that cost his people their island so long ago. It cannot be helped, I suppose; 'tis a trait inherent to his kind. Even Rowan is not entirely devoid of it. Dillweed, however, displays it far more obviously; not as much as Neffir and Yolanda, perhaps, but it is there nonetheless. Regardless, I bear the man no ill-will... just a cartload of mockery and a continued inability to be at all concerned by his disapproval.
Neyaa was found alive and well some hours after I had been informed of her disappearance. 'Tis good that she is safe. I was worried for a while! She's back in Bree for the time being, which is a shame. I'd have liked to see her for myself, however 'tis good that she and her son have been reunited.
I've yet to see Toddir after my little trick with his trousers. I really should check on him...
