I do wish that good things came alongside the bad things rather than having all the bad things happening at once followed by all the good things although I guess having it that way around proves that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. I've had such a rough time of late - its been building up for months but I finally think that I'm turning a new leaf and things are starting to get happier which is brilliant of course!
I guess all the bad stuff started when Carlotta left Bree. Ever since then a lot of folks seem to have left to travel or do whatever. Then I heard the news of Carnell's death and Flynagin broke me arm and then there was that whole scenario with Dessmond. I think the combination of these stressful thingies were probably the reason why I ended up ill for a few weeks either that or too much ale is starting to play havoc with me imune system. That was just not nice - I don't remember the last time I was that ill and pathetic. I vowed to myself while I was ill that I'd try and be happier and not to let anything get to me but it seemed that I was going to have to wait a little while before that came true.
After I got better things started to look up a little...mostly because I was drinking a lot and ale obviously makes life better. Unfortunately whilst on me drinking rampages Dessmond told me that he loved me on the same day that Alvey suddenly came back from goodness only knows where and at the same time that Denith was popping up with the sole purpose of being an absolute git and embarrasing me. In true Sefa style I decided to deal with all this in the best way I could - hiding away from people in a little room in the Combe and Wattle and buying a wacking great barrel/keg type thing. Not really sure I remember much about those days other than basically not stopping drinking during the entire scenario. I do remember some sort of vaguelly conscious decision to go back to the Prancing Pony again at some point although I don't remember walking there or anything. I remember what happened when I arrived mind...
Dessmond took me off into a room and talked with me for some time about goodness only knows what. The conversation wasn't really memorable...right up until he proposed to me. Yup! Another broken heart to add to your little list Sefa. I don't see why people are so determined to marry me! I'm a useless, drunken git and it seems that no matter how many times I say so people just don't seem to take the hint!
Things got so bad that I decided to go for a little travelling for myself. Me and Treygar decided to head off towards Thorin's Hall for ale drinking purposes although on the way someone took me captive to hold me to ransom but as luck would have it turned out that when I got talking with my captor we actually knew each other from back in Dale! I must attract luck or something although I guess it was pretty unlucky to get into that position in the first place. He let me go without any costs to anyone so I guess it didn't really cause any harm to anyone beyond me getting knocked out when he actually took me captive and I'm sure you know as well as I do that me getting knocked out is hardly an unusual phenomenonononononon...or however you happen to spell that word. I may be able to read and write but I long ago came to the conclusion that spelling and grammer is for people who have something other than ale for a brain, obviously ruling me out in one.
After I got back to Bree things returned to normalish for a short while although problems were still occuring between me and Dessmond. Guess that was inevitable enough considering what had happened but I hated it. He was obviously upset from it all and I couldn't bare to see him upset...especially as it was my fault he was upset in the first place! Eventually things got so bad that he suggested going to "get me healed" believing that the main reason I rejected him was due to my own inevitable poor health bought on by too much ale which it was to some extent but anyway. He told me that the best place to go would be Rivendell so off we went! It was spontaneous and rather exciting. Turns out I enjoy travelling a lot more than I remember, especially on dangerous routes like those to Rivendell. It was absolutely beautiful when we arrived even if we did arrive in a bit of a broken state - we got attacked en route by beasty things called orcs! Anyway we enjoyed it when we got there! Met lots of elves and I even bumped back into Daerundros again although when we actually asked for healing the only advice we got was to stop drinking...which obviously wont happen in a million years!
By this point I was really getting fed up! Too many bad things had happened and I wanted it to be over with but things were about to start to go my way again! I had a sensible conversation with Dessmond and I think I finally managed to persuade him to move on from me. Then Flynagin came back to Bree which was wonderful! I'd missed him! Just hope he finally starts to see some sense and doesn't go gallavanting off after Carlotta again - you never know! From what he was saying she may come after him for once! And then, things got even better again! Turns out that Carnell wasn't dead at all and just got taken prisoner. He came back about a week ago and we've barely been parted since! I thought he was dead and now that it turns out he's not I want to make up for all the time that we've missed.
Its certainly been a busy little while but like I say: things are finally getting happier and Sefa will be back drinking her head off and barfighting with the best of them just as I always have done!
