Master Maurr is home at last! I walked in the door last evening and found him sitting with Master Tumunir like it was nothing. Bless his beard, he let me hug him and fuss over him a little, but it didn't feel like enough. I've missed his jolly, warm self so much! He makes the whole house feel cozy and comfortable just by being there.
But there were things that needed to be talked about, and there were no two ways around it. I had to put all the hugs and fussing away. As broken-hearted as I was (and still am, whenever I think on it too much) over Master Tumunir's past, I'm thankful that I'm not kept in the dark anymore. It meant a lot to me, to be able to sit with them and talk and listen and not have so many secrets in the air. I know there are still things I don't know. I can tell when those two look at each other. And I can't begrug bigrudg be angry about that. I know they want me (and the Boarding House) to be safe. It's still a safe place for now, it's away from Bree-town and only a few people know who stays here. I joked that I were going to get a new pitchfork. Master Tumunir barked at me a little, that I weren't allowed to be near any danger. It's such a strange mix of feelings that I get! I feel something pricking in my heart, deep down. It's bitter and sweet at the same time and makes me feel like crying. And at the same time I felt irritated that he'd dare try to stop me from protecting him if I got the chance. My brain knows all the facts. I know that he's done terrible, awful things that rightly should make me kick him out of the house and out of my life entirely! But I could never. I choose to believe that the kindness and caring he's shown me has been real and true. I believe in it, even if that makes me a fool. And I'll never sit idle and let anyone harm him, not while I have breath in my lungs.
Master Maurr likely won't be staying here anymore. I can't lie, the thought makes me so sad. He's been such a fixture here, like Master Tumunir is, and he's been a part of our lives. But this is what a boarding house is. People come and people go. No use falling to pieces every time someone leaves. Even though Master Maurr isn't just "someone". He's a special person. He promises he'll still be close by. I'm going to try not to get my hopes up that he'll visit often. Folk rarely do, once they leave. I know he's got important business to look after, and he belongs with his own folk like Mister Doc and I've just got to let him go. I have my memories to hold onto, after all.
I'm glad we keep the front door locked! It's a frightening thing, to think that there's someone out there with wicked purposes. Too late now, to think I should have gotten a dog to watch over the place. I'm thankful that Mister Tairy is staying here right now. He looks like he could snap a person in half if he had the notion to. Of course, I don't want him put in any danger, either.
Some may think I were joking, but I'm making sure I've got a rolling pin next to my bed tonight!
