I was surprised to find myself with the desire to write my own story, rather than my fictional stories, for a change. Even more surprised to see how long it has been since last I wrote. Though, my reason for not doing such, is a good one. Ugh! I cannot allow my tears to fall in front of my two "traveling companions." Mister Sewyn would likely look down on me more than before, and the other man, whose name I continue to forget, would likely pity me. Not that either are awake at the moment. (Also, the only reason I recall Mister Sewyn's name is because the ungrateful wretch wouldn't give it to me, though I continue to rescue him. I had to work for it. Frustrating.)
I suppose I ought to relate how I got stuck in such a position, on my way to Thorin's Halls with two men I had not met before. I was on one of my normal excursions, this time in the Shire. Mister Sewyn rode past me, in the rain, after a short, frustrating conversation. He appeared to be up to some form of trouble, so I packed up and followed him. Stupid brain of mine. I found him behind a tree, pierced in the shoulder by an arrow and unconscious. His poor horse lay a few feet away, on the road, pierced by many. Needless to say, it was dead. I tended to his sorry corpse and dragged him to Hobbiton, to safety. Someone I met the previous evening, a pleasant man named Eckardt, walked in shortly after and aided me in tending to Se-...Mister Sewyn. I got him a room and we carried him to his bed.
Well, the morning after, when he awoke, he would not listen to reason and decided to continue his pursuit. We rode and rode until we came to Gondamon, where he saw the man he was hunting. The man, unfortunately, saw him also and they both drew their swords, the vile man expressing his surprise that Mister Sewyn was still alive. I drew my knives and stepped between them, expressing that he would need to go through me to kill Mister Sewyn. Why did I do it? I know not. As very frustrating Mister Sewyn is, I know he is a good man. Sort of. Perhaps. Anyway, I knew the other man was evil. I could feel it when I saw and heard him, and could see it in his eyes. The threats he made toward me-...they continue to make me shudder when I recall them. He said he would kill Mister Sewyn, then he would...well...I will not write all of it down. But he told me that, by the end, I would be begging for death. He would not kill me until he was done with me. Sewyn pushed me behind him, then attacked the man and they both fought. I circled around them, attempting to flank the man and stab him, but he got in a good hit to Sewyn's jaw, knocking him flat. He quickly spun to face me and told me if I came near him, he would kill Sewyn right there, then me. I am not so much of a fool as to think I would be likely to beat the man in a fight. I pretended to be calm and not care that I faced this threat before me. Sewyn had, fortunately, sliced the man's leg pretty nicely. So, the man did have trouble mounting his horse, and left a trail of blood for us to follow part of the way. I let him get away. I thought that if I lived to take care of Sewyn, we could live another day and finally catch this evil man. Surely I could not do it on my own in that moment. He had a sword and long arms, and I had my silly short, ridiculous arms and two flimsy knives. So, now, we ride to Thorin's Halls and hope we arrive in time.
But Sewyn has treated me as if I am beneath him the entire time! The other man met us outside of Gondamon and Sewyn actually spoke to him! When he would not speak to me but to give orders! He immediately gave his name to him. He is so frustrating! And I am stuck with him, saving his sorry hide. The sad thing is, and I am ashamed to admit, I want to hunt this man down just as much as Sewyn. The things he said to me...what he tried...I could see what kind of man he was, and he needs to either be imprisoned, or not exist. I am ashamed to say these words, but he is evil and it is what my heart says.
I am glad this other man has joined us, though. He is very kind and considerate, from what I see. I actually look forward to speaking with him more, and learning more about him. Though, I will not lie, I wish Sir Voice were traveling with us also. What a lively companion he would make! Surprising for one of the Ranger kind. Though I am not sure whether I'd rather be here or somewhere else, it is good that I am doing something, other than dwelling on my sorrow and grief. It is funny...Owena always wanted to travel beyond the Shire. I remember when sh-...never mind...
I do not look forward to when "His Highness", Mister Sewyn awakens. Ugh.
~Lissi
