I stood there day after day, nay knowing what was happening in my life and after a long and hard shift of beating somebody into the dirt, there I would rest, time and time again. Just me, a pint of ale and my solitude. What more could a man such as meself ask for? None of these damn Bree folk were even worth a jot of my time. I hated it here, it would not have been the first time I'd found myself longing for the plains of home which I had a funny feeling that I would never see again given my new-found way of life.
But then I saw her. Dainty little thing 'n petite, well above a foot shorter than but from the very first moment I laid my eyes on her, dare I say it I was in love? I had to have that woman. She was stood talking to a taller man, a man from Dale. I would later find out that this beady-eyed runt of a man was her father, and swear to kill him after he betrayed me and my family. But that is... another story, they were talking. I heard passing by on the off-chance the name 'Avasa' bandied about. Naturally I deemed it fit to lurk nearby and check what business it was that these strangers had discussin' our merry little band of men. At the time we were at war with a group of men who called themselves The Sentinels so my paranoia was rife as it were. But of course that were only a cover, I felt a stirring in my loins that I had not for a while having been so caught up in my business that I were, and I wanted, no, I needed to have her. She turned and gave me a little cheeky wink and a wave, the sea-green of her eyes radiant with mischief and my gaze slowly wandered up and down her body, ending at the hem of her dress.
I quickly walked away, could I deal with this after so long? after all that had happened? I did not know. The matter disturbed me, haunted me even, at night still the dreams plagued my every sleeping hour, the filthy, tangled 'n matted hair of the man, the cruelly twisted smile as our tent would go up in flames, the wild men sounding out their war cry all around. My Aela.
