(The handwriting on this page is of an elegant scrawl. But no one will ever see it. But the lady herself.)
Simplicity is something that I have never been able to connect with. The people of Bree are like cattle. It's the same thing day in and day out. Eating, sleeping, working. Then eventually dying from old age or some sickness. No doubt, if I opened my mouth and said these words. I would be seen as a heartless crone. But no. These are just observations. And if I used my voice more than my ears. I would have no shortage of enemies. I know that it is hypocritical of me to complain about a place that I have placed roots in. A place that I have called home for a decade. Because I know that I am afraid to return to Gondor or to show my face in Rohan again. She has given no word or counsel and because I trust in her. I remain in the North in which she had advised to go. These people though, they are starting to irritate me with their superficiality. Telling many stories over and over again. But then never giving anyone else the time of day. Oh my husband, you were the spice of life, knowing you. You would've tried to wake up more than a few of these people, to the greater realities of life.
May you rest in peace and may Father one day answer for the error of his ways. One day, I'll have it all again in my hands. Until then, I wait, I wait and I watch.
