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The Personal Diary of Miss Jackilyn Blackburrow, Entry Eight



I think dinner were a mistake. 

It were like I were a rabbit and he were a wolf.  Me this slight, short lass, and him tall with muscles bulging where I didn't even know muscles were!

It wasn't bad, I enjoyed for the most part, I mean, aye we laughed, we spoke, he even let me ramble on and when I apologised, he said he didn't mind. He raised his voice again though. I don't like that, not when it be over something so small as me pointing out he said he were from one place, then saying it were another.  Something strange is going on there, and it is like poking a bee hive, I'm not certain I should ask too much.

All the while he were watching me, like I were some plate of meat ready to be devoured. Maybe I shouldn't have worn a dress?  Dinner itself were lovely, steak, veggies and all, not to mention some ale though I were sensible to have just the one. It were the talk and what came after that has left me a bit worried.  He knew this were a meal that were between friends, yet he were saying things that made me think he were as bad as Jack, if not worse!  I think even Jack would have been shocked, or applauded him.   More opinions too, though he did say his were because he wanted me and all, yet whatever his reasons, they made sense really. He took my breath away, literally! He wants to see me again even though he knows, because I told him several times, I have a love!

Love be a wonderful and horrible thing. I have this ache in my heart, I want to see Elias, I need him, I miss him more than I have ever missed anything,  but it is like, everyone I know is warning me. Friends, family, want to be lovers and even himself.  It's like I am walking toward a cliff, or into the jaws of a wolf!  I think I'll stay in bed today, eat left over cake, hide in my burrow, I know, plan a journey to that toy market. Something distant, unlikely, something away from whats actually been happening.