I must write this quietly. I dare not make too much noise, lest I wake Amathlan. He has finally fallen into slumber, which he so desperately needs. But I can not sleep, no matter how hard I try. Perhaps writing will give some peace of mind and I will be allowed to rest as well.
Amathlan and I are finally journeying through the Shire and then onto Evendim, just like he said we would. Our company reached Michel Delving yesterday. We had travelled all day to make it the town from Bree. The company was a sight to behold and many stared as we journeyd through Bree-town and into the Shire....but that is not what I wish to speak of.
Amathlan and I are taking a very last minute journey north, to visit the place he calls home. Some might call this recklessness, but I think he needs it....needs to be home. Weeks ago we spoke of him taking me there. We have 2 weeks until we must be present at the Waymeet Market...
The events following our arrival I wish not to recall, as they are shrouded in sadness and horror. My poor Amathlan....
What is he feeling? What emotions rage inside him? Earlier he said he does not feel much at all, but I am unsure if I believe such an empty statement. He must hurt....
And what am I to do? How does one act in these situations? I have never been good with words and I am scared to upset him even further. I will do my best to support him and be patient, though my emotions and words are trying to claw their way out.
My only hope is that he does not end up doing something reckless, something that even I can not save him from....
