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Of ale, hats and barfights - entry the eighth.



Now what?! What the heckington nellies am I supposed to do? For some reason beyond my understanding my dear brother has decided to up sticks and follow me from Dale to Bree! He had everything! He was spoilt rotten! He ruined my childhood back at Dale and now that I've settled into Bree, I've got loads of lovely friends and for the first time in my life I actually proper love it (by it I mean my life) he's come to ruin me life here!

I bet everyone'll love him and forget about me. It'll be just like back at Dale, the world'll revolve around him. He'll charm and cajoule, allure and attract, entrance and enthrall until his razzle-dazzle auror has all of Bree spellbound! When all are mesmorised he'll somehow spin some sort of blame onto me, he'll turn people against me. He'll watch as one by one my dear friends start to flock around him attracted like moths to the light, leaving the dark Sefa to attract black spiders and to spin webs of loneliness around herself in the hope of catching something worth befriending...

What if the story of how I hurt me leg get's out? Its bad enough telling some of my closest friends but what if he tells just anyone and rumours start to spread? I remember back in Dale when word got out of how I'd hurt me leg, the reputation I had, which was bad enough as it was, went utterly off the roof. I used to walk...well...limp down the street and pass people by, I'd nod or grin, they'd glare and move away. Whispers would follow me around behind my back and every time I turned the gossips would silence to stare at me. It wasn't like it were even that bad! People are just scared of what they don't understand and very few people understand Sefa. I mean I don't really care about other people's opinions but there is something so wearing about being judged the whole time and I was sick of it back at Dale. Its one of the many reasons I decided to leave and the last thing I want is a repeat of that here.

Perhaps I'm just overexagurating. He does seem to have grown up a bit since I left. He even bought me a few gifts back from Dale which was very sweet. Maybe I'm being blind? Maybe I'm being harsh? I guess I'll just have to wait and see. I hope for both our sakes that it all works out alright though, the last thing I want is for him to get hurt or for me to have to leave Bree...