I think I made new friends, Mr. Journal. I don't know though. They seem like friends. One had a head covering and the other one spoke like he was ancient but looked so young. I think they're a couple, they are kind of cute. Although the one with the head covering was upset about something. I should give them names for you, Mr. Journal. I don't know what to call them though. Well, let me see. I'll call the one with the head covering Mushroom. He brought blueberry mushrooms that they called muffins, which surprisingly tasted good. The other one I'll call the other Diamond, because he seems just to be that in many ways. Mushroom and Diamond were both from the south too. I talked about the Dunland issues with Forgoils and they spoke of the Gondorian issues with the Harads. Seems the world always has issues.
They spoke of their tribes and I spoke of my Lûth. I believe Diamond has a basic understanding of Dunael, not that he's fluent. Mushroom knew none of my words when I spoke. I'd write some Dunael down, but I don't think there is any formal writing methods for Dunael. Although I can try to write down some of the way the words are formed with the Westron alphabet. I told Diamond in our conversation, "Llwythau eich tir yn debyg i'r llwythau i mi."
After they left, I walked out of the Pony and got on Pug. The two of us returned home and I slipped off the heavy leather and on a pale blue dress. It's nice and soft. And so now I sit here, looking out my window as Pug seems to be resting out there. He's such a wonderful horse. So well trained, though of course a forgoil trained horse is well behaved. Despite everything, they have good ways of taming horses.
Oh, did I tell you of the spikes Forgoil made me? They made it so I could scale up a tree while avoiding pressure on my damaged leg. He said it'll take time to get use to them, but at least I can climb again. It is so freeing to know that my way of life wasn't torn from my hands again. I'm keeping the spikes in my bag wrapped in a cloth for now so that I have them if I ever need them. I wish I could climb without pain on my own, but like I said. It's my own fault...
...Mr. Journal, why does it hurt so much? All the pain and suffering that's built up over the years. The only time it seems to ease is when I am with Forgoil, whether we're merely talking or we're off on a walk or whatever we're doing. Perhaps it's just companionship... friendship. I felt even a bit easier when I sat talking to Diamond and Mushroom. Although I still felt a gut pain of fear and timidness. Especially when Mushroom held out the weird food items. With Forgoil it seems easier. Maybe that's because we've known each other for so long. I have trust in him where I don't with people like Diamond or Mushroom. Or even that creepy lady with half her hair missing.
Hm... what should I call her? I think she'll be known as Flirt. Well if you want to know, Flirt is an odd lady. She petted my back, and even when I snarled at her she didn't stop. She touched my hands, tried to get me to remove my mask. I can't stand it when people touch me. Only one person has ever had permission to do that. I escaped Flirt though, and got to sleep in a bed for the first time in quite awhile.
Anyways, off of that rant. I think it is time I tried reaching out. I'm scared though, Mr. Journal. I wish you were alive so that you can help me with that. Ah well, wish me luck nonetheless.
