After spending yesterday doing little but sleeping and scribbling here in between my naps, it feels quite incredible to be wide-awake once again, with a bit of energy back in my bones. I have nothing to credit but the tender care of Conrob, who has kept the fire blazing, continually adjusted and tucked the blankets around me, brought broth and tea and eggs, ridden back to my home to fetch a change of clothes and some other sundries for me, kept an eye on my wound, felt my forehead for fever about a hundred times, and made me feel, in all other ways, utterly content.
I have little else to report at this time, except that I've received two very interesting and different letters. One was delivered here to my darling's house, and the other he brought from my own mailbox at home.
The first was from Aallan. I smile even to write his name. He inquired after my well-being, and reported something very disturbing; that he had seen Chrysanthe doing none other than kissing the very same hobbit who had attacked not only her, but myself! It is impossible to express the extent of my shock. I know not what madness has taken my friends around the Prancing Pony, but I want no more part of it!
Another simbelmyne flower was attached to Aallan's letter. How it warms my heart to see it, a tiny, bright whisper of home. I will keep it in my journal. I pray he is staying safe and away from all the trouble in town. I long to see him again, as well as Dufr! If he sticks close to his dwarf friend, my worries for him will be much lessened.
The second letter is very strange. I'm rather embarrassed to even mention it, honestly. It seems I have a "secret admirer". But this letter was not just of the sweet, innocent sort, I think. The writer speaks of watching me... and having watched me for some time. He speaks of me in great detail, including things he'd like to do to and with me. My face burns at the thought of it. I don't know what to think. I have no idea who this person is, and no way to respond to the letter. I'd like to believe that it is simply a very...amorous, but well-intentioned man. Yet, the wording of this letter makes me a bit anxious, I will not lie. And with all that's been happening recently, I am on my guard always. When I do set foot in town again, I will make sure I am never alone after dark, that is certain.
