diary

My home in Barleywick is quite something: the locals are already questioning my odd habits, I do believe. Though I have yet to swim, or boat – for which I fear I shall receive a great many stares.

Diary,

I have been on a trip to the Shire just for a small contract with a hobbit, it was uneventful, very little of interest happened. I can hardly wait to return to Bree.

The Twenty-ninth of August, Year 3005 of the Third Age

Diary, 

What do I do? I never expected this! I don't know how to deal with it! I mean she just... outrageously flirted with me... and then she kissed me! Yavanna save me, what do I do?

The Sixth of February, Year 3003 of the Third Age

I am Edrastel of Linhir, and I am a huntsman. My family taught me much in the arts of bringing down great beasts and prey in the fields of my home in Gondor, by the joining of the Rivers Gilrain and Serni. I have brought my trappings, my tools, my bedroll, and some small rations that I will use to ease my hunger when I cannot hunt game for my meals.

*The entry is five pages after the last one. The page is clean but in a beige color by the time passed and the letter are recognizable, clean and legible, contrasting the others entries. It occupies about three pages*

I don't know if I like or hate being back in town, but it's an incredibly strong emotion.