Neyaa

Found:

A new plan!

Today has been interesting.

Neyaa. Dear, darling, delectable Neyaa! Oohhh, that woman!

Found:

My ledger!

Found:

Boundless entertainment.

Ah, the smell of a new book. I promised myself that I would not get caught up in this again. Yet, here I am. Pen and ink to hand, there is little else to do at this hour.

Well, another day. Another deal done. I did not anticipate my stay would last this long, The Captain in Trestlebridge was more than willing to strike up a business deal.

The local whores were hard to miss, there was a time I would not have shunned a night of comfort.

Found:

The floor! Hah!

I've begun to walk! It's not fast and it's not far - perhaps a few steps at most - but I can carry my own weight, unsupported, briefly before I fall flat on my face. It's not much, but it is progress! It's proof positive that I can come out of this entire ordeal intact, that I can get on with my life in spite of them.

Found:

Resourcefulness in the face of tedium!

The days blur into one at this point. I sit, I rest, I stare at walls and try so very hard not to daydream. The healer comes to check on me, makes her sour faces and sarcastic comments, pokes, prods and leaves. Dagramir comes, sometimes just to see if I'm still where I should be, sometimes for a chat. It's all so boring.

Found:

Give me a chance! I've not even left yet!

I'm a coward. I know I am. Oh, that sweet pretty little lady Neyaa may well call me the bravest woman she's met, but we both know she was flirting with me. Of course she was. I'm gorgeous!

But there lies my cowardice in all its glory.

Denial.

Sun-down, the hustle and bustle of Bree-town so prominent in the day of craftsmen, labourers. Market traders and the steady sound of hooves upon the cobbles as well as wagon wheels turning has faded. Lamplighters attend their duties in order to provide the faint glow needed for those coming out of the Inn of the Prancing Pony in the early-hours. Shadows creep softly over the cobbled streets and a flaxen haired young man walks them and he looks upwards, looming ahead of him the Trader's Gate which comes closer into view.

We returned from our trip to the Shire last night, exhausted, but blissfully happy. I find Bree to be full of pretty places, but the Shire is truly the most idyllic, charming, lovely land I have ever come across. The rolling hills, the tiny villages, the rippling streams...one cannot help but feel as though it has been rather set apart and preserved from the troubles of the outside world, at least for now. Our hobbit hosts at the Ivy Bush Inn were so gracious and accommodating, though we did wind up stuck with a hobbit-sized bed, which was...challenging, to say the least!