The more we go on this quest of ours, the more I find that I wish I lived alone somewhere with no one around at less than a day of travel.
I see only one good thing that happened today : lady Nirhen finally awoke. I was beginning to worry since the longer she was unconscious the more likely it was that there was lasting after-effect of that hit on the head. Honestly, I didn't think lord Tindir was strong enough to do that but... We were lucky, or rather, lady Nirhen was lucky. The only after-effect she suffered from was nausea, and a headache.
Of course, that in itself was a problem, but not as terrible as a loss of sight or a deterioration of her ability to move. And yes, I wonder if they are aware of it, but this could have happened.
Now sadly, lord Veryacano, lord Very Stubborn if you ask me, passed judgment on lady Nirhen for her refusal to obey him. He decided to send her back to Imladris. Back 'the way we came'. I tried to talk him out of it but lord Veryacano is even worse than a mule ! Or maybe my arguments were not good enough, I don't know.
First of all, the result of her concussion may be only nausea and headache but that could be only the beginning of it. To send her back alone right now could end up well or terribly badly. That alone was reason enough for me to protest.
Second, if for any reason she is seen by a man of Rohan, she may well be condemn to death, and with her, the men who went against their orders to save our lives against the promise to never reappear in Rohan. The men to whom lord Veryacano himself gave his word that we would be discreet and unseen.
Now I am wondering if he ever had the intention to keep his word. He was so quick to find a loophole in it : as he sent away lady Nirhen, she was not part of our company anymore, so she wasn't concerned by his promise.
Well, I do not see it that way. Lady Nirhen came with us, and has been sent away from us. Hence, what she did here was also our responsibility.
I do not find the company of men particularly enjoyable but I have nothing against them really. They are just... what they are. But even those I don't like do not deserved to be tricked that way, and more so when they risked their life to free us.
I don't know for the others since they kept silent, but for myself, I am beginning to seriously wonder if I can even trust lord Veryacano.
And that mule of an elf dared to tell me : "It would have been interesting to see your thoughts change, once you actually come to harm because of her. But that I will not allow."
First of all, if I wasn't aware of danger around and was desperately counting on him to see to my safety I would not even have had the idea to come, let alone actually coming.
Second I believe he forgot that I lived before meeting him. A few thousand years at that. I am well aware of the danger lady Nirhen cause to our company, as I am aware of the needless dangers that lord Veryacano himself put us in.
I am sorry to say, but I do believe his tendency to seek the help of the second-born will cause our deaths. However every-time I try to talk to him end the same way : I have the feeling I talk to a brick wall.
I don't know where he will lead us and I will keep my word and continue to follow his command, but certainly not with any hope of coming out of this alive and even less with trust in him.
To be honest, I don't know if I should be angry at lord Veryacano for this foolish decision, at the others for their lack of reaction, or very late reactions, or simply let it go. Some of them are making less and less sense to me.
And the worst part of that whole day... lord Veryacano sent from our group the only one who came to me willingly when she was hurt. Just this is enough to be depressed ! There was only one among us clever enough to know when a healer's help is needed, ONE ! and now, there is none. That's just... Great. Or well, maybe I should have hope yet for those who didn't need my help until now. Maybe some of them are not as hopeless as the others...
Yes... No great hope there.
Now I have to add to that mess that we swam down a river and two waterfalls, that most of my bag is dripping wet, and the rest simply drawn in the bag, and we have the perfect picture of an unforgettable day in the 'never to live again' category of days.
Oh alright I am exaggerating a bit. My flute was safe from the water and with it my writing supply, my lute on the other hand is apparently on his path to the realm of dead instruments unless I can find a way to keep it dry for the next few days. For now I will just keep it out of its bag so it can dry. Luckily none of my vials broke and I haven't lost any healing supply. The bandages are soaked but it will do no harm. Well, the food I had is lost but that is not my first preoccupation here. I will just pick up berries and eatable roots, maybe mushrooms too, on the way. Or count on Telpenaro's skills to eat, but I really hate having to rely on anyone's help.
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Reading myself again I wonder if I should be worried that the order of my preoccupations about the content of my bag is first my instruments, second my healing supplies and third food. I am sure somehow that I should have it the other way around.
Oh well. Back to try and dry a few of my things while I still have the time. And maybe if I can find it on our immediate surroundings, find some more roots and plants that could help in the future. hopefully not anytime soon, but the chance that nobody will get hurt for a while is pretty low.
