Journal of Unspoken Words

I know I rarely take you out of your hiding spot, but I felt I wanted to show you something.  Well, I know you can't actually see the area around you, but the thought of writing in you at a specific location is close enough to showing you. This is the area I lived before I moved in with Ross.  I know, it is a bit cold here, very cold.  That's thanks to time, which has ruined what was the ceiling of the ruins.  So now it is just cold stone covered in snow.  It was like that when I lived here, almost freezing me to death several times.

I feel like I looked into a mirror and saw a reflection of anger.  My niece, Ella Marie, finally found out that she was adopted.  I found her at Cuilelass's house in Bree, which was Ella's favorite place when she was little.  There was so much pain and anger in her eyes, but it reminded me of myself when I was a child.  I told her, in hopes to calm her, "If you dwell on the past, you can never find a future."  I think when I tried to counsel Ella, I ended up counseling myself.

I never expected writing in a journal.  I was taught how to write when I was little, but the thought that my life would get so hard that I would have to vent to a stupid journal.  That I never imagined. I suppose it sort of started when I left Rivendell.  I had blamed Cuilelass for a lot of problems, though it wasn't her fault.  Now in Bree, it is better but worst.  I suppose the main reason I am writing in you now is because of the events yesterday.  An awful man, named Norlow, took me, holding me hostage till May paid him off.