A few weeks have passed since my last writings, and much has occurred. What warms my heart like the sand under the sun is the amount of companions and acquaintances I have made despite Bree-land's hostility to foreigners. They are all so different and unique, even compared to one another. It makes me wonder why our cultures view each other so harshly, for I have found that everyone of us can choose who we are despite our upbringings. What truly makes us Southron, Westron, or Easterling? Are these just labels to describe the outside? There is much to think on with this subject, but it shall not be my main focus. To my friends!
First, there is Lieta Woodfield and lady Narys. They are local women that were very open-minded and surprisingly defensive of my foreign background, and both rather... militant. I did not realize Bree-land was capable of producing women with more gumption than most men I have met.
Then there are the Gondorians: the Doctor, Raven, and his.. how do I place it.. apprentice? Yes, his apprentice, Lord Ithelion. They touch each other strangely, making me consider how deep the connection truly goes. I dislike Gondorians, it is just a part of who I am, but these two catch my curiosity. I will keep them in mind in case I see them again.
One particular being who crosses my mind often is the Elvish healer, Cesistya. She is like a foil to me--her mind deliberate and abstract, always considering the dozens of options around her before making a decision, where I prefer to be quick and decisive. Her input is always valued and I can see why many crowd around her during times of tension.
There are two couples in Bree-town that I take interest in very much, and I hope the lengths of their love stretch as wide as the seas.
I will start with Brynleigh and Conrob. I know that they are meant to be united by the laws and customs of these lands, and I can see it so in the way they treat one another. They were both very friendly and I am ever grateful for Conrob's assistance in helping me work around the complexities of the town's culture and economy. I hope to see them again.
The second couple, who I only met very recently, struck a chord in my heart with their polite and carefree mannerisms. This Taala and her Eroforth, both Men of red hair and equally red clothing, graced me with a long and interesting exchange over where we were from and how we relate as foreigners. I took great amusement out of their humor and would love to speak to them another time.
Alas, as the Westron would say, all things must come to an end. This is as much as I can write for now, and I will retire to my bed to endure the sun and the stars another day.
