We have traveled far. I think too far, for now mother is gravely ill, father is worn, and I, Lilykind, their only daughter, is spent. I have taken up the work, the chores; while, at the same time, recovering from travel from Gondor. I am tired.
We are the Bellogorns, of the Sages and of the House of Lore of Minas Tirith. The journey as refugees was most difficult on my mother. She was once a strong woman and very wise, but now she is frail. I desire only to take care of her and to see that she is comfortable. I do not speak of it. I shall only write it: I fear she may not be with us much longer. Surprisingly, though, father is still as strong as if he were a young man. He is also tired from the journey, but he is recovering as quickly as I am. But mother? I do not wish to speak of what lies ahead.
Healers in Bree have given me advice, but the poor breathing has returned to my mother's lungs and I fear every breath for her is a chore. I do not know what else I can do for her. Maybe I shall return to Bree to seek different help.
One thing I am thankful for: we have a small home in the Hookworth Township. The people who live there seem quite noble and welcoming, but they also seem a little secretive. I will try to keep my nose out of places where they do not belong. Although I have found a lovely historical house with many books and archives. I may have to snoop around in that building a bit.
February
We have come through half the winter residing in Breeland, in the town of Hookworth. These peopel here seemquiet in their dealings or work. They wear a lot of armor. Their job seems important. I have learned they are actually a group of knights.
One time in the fall, 5 months ago, we almost lost Mother, but Father sent me to Rivendell to learn of how to heal my mother suffering from breath. She could not breath well and her face grew pale. I obeyed and learned many things of both herbal and medicinal healings. I rushed home, and gave help to my mother and she has recovered, but she is NOT the same. She is not the same Idranil of The House of Lore. Tho she breaths better, I see that intelligence has faded from her eyes. I have become morose and moody. Father, on the other hand, seems to be getting stronger and has asked me to yet again go away and do something for the Bellogorn family. I do not like to be gone from mother. What if she passes while I am gone? I grudgeingly obey, but if she fades from Middle Earth and I am not there with her, I will hate myself.
