*A page appears to be crudely ripped out just before this journal entry, was this out of carelessness, neglect or perhaps the Author wasn't all too happy of what he wrote... It is clear that the pages seem a bit more battered than the previous journal entries although it seems that a lot more care has been taken to write in a more legible scripture, although messy and crude still is the handwriting. *
A thousand harrowing curses to the fiend who laid those unforgivable bear traps. I have been bed bound for four long and sleepless nights. My dreams haunted by the same eerie whisperings that I heard in the Old Forest... My injury has cost me valuable time, I had important errands to do. But alas... I am stuck here, helpless and depending on the never failing care of Ulfey to change my bandages and keep me from buggering off on a crutch... Because by the Valar. If given half a chance, I'd be hobbling my way out of that door and taking the first horse I could find and heading straight to Evendim to finish my job!
I shouldn't be too angry... I am safe here, and maybe I have been given some time to reflect, though I am still very eager to get out. Lo,I hate staying indoors... Even if I am bound to the confines of this rather comfortable bed... Though the constant noise of water dripping and leaking from the roof is enough to drive any Man mad.
Furthermore, not two days ago was it when I was kept awake by a rather nasty storm, the roof is in a state of disrepair and a terrible chill came over me... A nasty gale it must have been for I did not get a wink of sleep...
In spite of Ulfey giving me constant reassurance that my wounds are making good progress in recovery, I can't help but to wonder if I shall ever walk again. I feel more grim than usual, so much so that I may be taking it out on those who visit me. I've been grumpy of late, and quick to anger. I am not sure if this is because of my sleepless nights or the fact I'm stuck here or maybe a mixture of the both. I can say this though. I am not happy.
I caught up with what happened after I fell into darkness that night in the Old Forest. It turned out that Megorin had managed to rather heroically lead us out to escape. I can't believe they lugged my body all the way back to the keep. I do feel admittedly rather useless, in fact, I could go as far as to say that I am becoming a burden. Though I am being reassured that I shall recover given time and be able to assist once again.
Last night's dream was horrifying... And perhaps I shall never truly forget it... It featured that peculiar Hobbit that I met in the Pony... Though I have not the strength of will to recall upon that dream at this time... I do remember however it was gruesome indeed, is my mind playing cruel tricks with me? Or am I simply cursed? I do not know, and it scares me that I may never have undisturbed sleep ever again...
Word has come to me from my fellows that tidings go well up in the North. Though folk of Bree have been increasingly worried about the increasing boldness of brigands of late. They're raiding farms, pillaging the meager possessions and crops of the farmers. My blood boils to think that these fiends are getting away with it too. It's as if the Bree Watch is doing nothing to stop them... Either that or they're once again preoccupied with the Boars of Staddle...
Though that is not my area of concern... Although I cannot help but to feel pity for those farmers, have they not had it hard enough with this year's unforgiving winter?
Once I am better, I'm heading straight to Evendim to finish my task, I have been delayed for far too long. I wish to settle it once and for all. To bury the hatchet so to speak...
I thought I'd ought to add this on for it was rather interesting indeed... Ulfey had took a peculiar interest in my dreams, when I told her I was being disturbed by haunting nightmares, she was rather interested, perhaps she was right after all... I ought to pay more heed to what my mind is telling me.
