Dear Diary,
Nope, still getting used to writing that.
I have been putting off writing, but Fjalvari (the dwarf who gave me this journal), insisted that I "put my thoughts on paper." I think he is just worried about me. He reminds me a lot of my oldest brother in that regard.
I overheard the others talking while I was taking care of the ponies (and my horse). I did no hear a whole lot, but I did hear them mention that I have been acting strangely. Well, more specifically, they said that I look heartsick. I was not entirely sure what they meant, so I tried to listen in. There was some incomprehensible statements, and then I heard my name again. A different dwarf mentioned, and I quote in the best translation to Westron from Khuzdul that I can, "You can see in her face that her heart is yearning."
Another said, "She must have a beloved back home."
Fjalvari piped up and said that I made no mention of having a beloved, and suggested that maybe I had lost him or her.
One of the older dwarves grumbled something that sounded like, "Or she could just be pining away for someone."
Another older dwarf shook his head and muttered, "Poor lass," in reply.
You should have seen my face. Actually, best that you did not. It was nighttime, and even so I do not have a looking glass, but I could feel that my face was hot. It is very likely that my cheeks were bright red.
I had half a mind to go over there and set things straight, but I did not want to let them know that I had been eavesdropping.
Right, this is supposed to be a record. I should probably write, then, what is going on in my head. No, I do not have a beloved. No, I am not pining for someone lost. I do not think so at least. I mean, I do miss Dworvmur, but...
Maybe it is because of that Man I met in the Pranc ((This part is scribbled out and barely legible))
This is embarrassing. Now I am thinking about what if someone reads this. If they find it because I am dead, it won't matter. But before that? I probably would want to be.
I think that is enough writing for tonight. Maybe I will write more once I get used to this, but it still feels odd.
May Mahal shield you,
Carlyndra
