So...life is fun then...kind of depressed at the moment really, everything is a bit pear shaped and not a good juicy pear but a crummy, mouldy pear of dispair! On the plus side, I saw yon elfy lassy again! The one who rescued me that time up in the North Downs, Daerundros I think she's called. Anyway, I had just gone out for a little jaunty walk, or the next best thing that I can manage with me sodding leg but I see this figure shooting apples and the like with a bow and arrows. Pretty impressive it were and all so I jaunty on over and say how good it were and she turns to me and asks me how me finger is! I'm of course rather unnerved until I realise who it is who's speaking to me and by then I've worked meself into a right little panic. It really were one of the most traumatic experiences of me life and almost any reminder of it makes me so irrational...I hate that...but anyway, I do me best to hold a nice little conversation with her but I think she knew how I felt and so she left, but told me where to find her....and where to find Carlotta, Ariagne, Rinni and Guvadan!
Of course I make me way over the next day, as much to apologise to her as anything else, I weren't being very sociable when I saw her, I blame shock and ale but I felt guilty all the same. So I saw her and that and she offered me some pretty elvish wine which had more of an effect on me than I think she intended...were hilarious! I were proper drunk! Remember seeing that Ariagne lass but none of the others which were a bit of a shame but aye. Seeing as I were drunk she takes me off back to Bree on the back of her horse and we have a right little ride. She dumps me at Bree's gate and blows me off a bit so I head over to the Pony and I'm not in a good mood at all really...may have taken it out on Alvey a wee bit but oh well!
I end up going out the inn, still rather under the influence of the wine and of various ales that I'd had during me time at the inn but even my drunken imagination isn't so good as to imagine Daerundros galloping over to me on her big horsey with a guilty expression on her face...I had no need to imagine it, it were real! (Pixie minions are also real no matter what anyone says ever....) She makes her way over to me and apologises for blowing me off so of course I do what any sensible, half crazed, aley rougue would do and invite her into the Pony for an ale! Took a bit of persuassion but eventually she agreed...of course as soon as she stepped inside I think she regretted it, I managed to drag her in for a while but I think she found it as traumatising as I was the first time we met! I let her out of course when I saw what effect it were having on her and we talked a little before she went off again, riding into the distance.
I wonder if I'll ever see her again but either way I'm sure I'll ever treasure the memory of her riding away barebacked on that fair horse of hers in her exquisite elvish clothing...wow Sefa...stop there...you're postively getting poetic and you know where that leads don't you? To a broken chair, a rhodendrum disaster, a rather stained carpet and a lot of unnecessary explaining to do, but that's another story which is conveniantly for another time...
