It started off so well. It was all going so well. I should have known it would be spoiled somehow. Good days are beyond my grasp.
Blodwynn and I are talking again. We have put the past behind us and are friends once more. I am glad of this. I missed her terribly. With all that has been going on, I missed having someone nice to talk to, someone sane who was not wrapped up in all this unpleasantness. It was lovely to just speak about normal things, like her current trouble with men. Personally, I think she should make a move on Baradar and I told her as much. She says that he has not shown the slightest interest in her, but I know him better than she does and I am certain that he has.
Later, I spent some time with Drevorin. After smacking him across the back of the head for spying on me again, I gave him my fifth journal. I am hoping that reading what I wrote there will assuage his fears somewhat and help him to understand that his jealousy is unnecessary. It is he whom I am with, he who I have agreed to marry. Anyone else is just a friend and naught more. It was wonderful, though. I lay in his arms beneath the stars and it felt like we were the only two in the world.
I tried not to be too disapointed when he left me come morning light. I do not spend as much time with him as I would like, but there is no use in complaining. Solitude is no stranger to me and I fill many of my lonely hours by speaking with Davick. Drevorin hates that I do so, of course, but what else am I to do? Davick is a friend and he is there to keep me company, unlike my love who would rather leave me alone.
It was as I was speaking with Davick later in the evening, though, that things went horribly wrong. It was such a pleasant conversation until that hobbit, Lolo I think, came running in to hide under the table nearby. Shortly afterwards, Jaerl entered the room waving his sword about. Something was wrong with him. He was not in his right mind. Davick gave warnings, more than one, but he would not leave and instead tried to impale Davick in an effort to stab me. Davick reacted quickly. A few moments was all it took and Jaerl lay dead.
I have seen people die before. Too many times. But not like this, never like this! It was... horrible! The blood, the gore... I was almost sick. It was so hard not to vomit. He could have just killed the man. Why did he have to cut him so? There was no need for that.
It reminds me of things I would rather forget. The night my parents died...
