Things had been so peculiar, I don't know where to even start at with what I had experienced.
I had gone to the Pony, hoping that I would see Cesistya there. Though I had no luck at all. I did see Kristophor there though I couldn't tell him of the luck I'm running into now. After he had left and I had gone into my thoughts, I went back towards the back for some quiet, figuring on what I should do in the meanwhile while waiting for Cesistya.
I went back to the main room perhaps a few hours later or something before being greeted by Avilina while I was getting a refill of whiskey. She had been talking to two others, one being another hobbit and another being a woman. I didn't get their names but we were distracted anyway by this one hooded figure that was sitting down in a chair further into the room. Avilina somehow heard of his ramblings and called him out on it. I did my best to better the situation by asking her of the whereabouts of Cesistya. To my dismay, she had told me that she had gone east with Bryn and Conrob. There goes my chance for answers that I needed.
My attention had gone back to the hooded figure, the figure holding a leather book in his hands. I mustered up the courage that I had and went towards him though Avilina and her hobbit friend followed me, concerned about me perhaps. Avilina had gone off to say think that he was part of "Sharkey's" men but he only replied that it wasn't him that they should be afraid of but of the "gods." I asked of him of where he was from, curiosity getting the best of me. My question had been in vain as he had responded with the answer of not mattering of where he had hailed from and that those who came from the great song of the Valar would go back to the Void as was destined, perhaps I would say. Not only that but we were somehow stuck in this life of what he called a "temporary illusion."
I felt as if I was becoming more and more drawn to what he was saying with every word he spoke despite of the rudeness of the two hobbits. He spoke of some sort of prophecy and that there were omens leading up of the "Lord" returning upon his high tower. I inquired more of what he meant and he had brought up something that I did recognize or rather, a name. The one he spoke of was Melkor, one of the Valar that I have been told by Morohir. He spoke that Melkor would break the seal and would wage some sort of battle called...Dagor Dagorath, I believe.
Avilina had presumed that the hooded figure was an Angmarim though the figure only said that Angmar is just a tool being used and that his allegiance is to the bravest of the song. I asked if such fate could be avoided to where it wouldn't have to end that way. However, he only answered that it couldn't be stopped.
I asked of him of how he knew of all these things in the first place. He looked at the book that he held within his hand and said that it was written and was told by someone among the gods of the fate and that it was written it down by the people who were faithful to the "Lord" and the greatest among the Valar.
I could not help but to feel drawn to what he spoke of. This alone so far of what I have written down was something unlike what I've ever heard before in my life and it didn't stop there. I asked if it one who would have an open mind to learn more of what he had spoken to which he had answered yes. Avilina and her hobbit friend still had gone off with their comments to where the hooded figure had said that there was only one who would want to learn more.
The two hobbits had gone on about speaking and doing things that could have possibly made him be ticked off because of them. However, it had resulted in him actually being almost amused. Avilina had even brought prune juice for the hooded figure to drink, though I know fully well of what could have happened if he should drink it. Fortunately, he had refused of actually drinking it despite of Avilina still pressuring him to drink it.
The hooded figure eventually introduced himself as Feanyl. I asked him of how would he have brought about for banquets, or rather gatherings, of what he had spoken of. I cursed myself of being this curious about something like this in the first place. He said that he know of a place for such gatherings but would want to find more of "brothers and sisters" of the faith that he had shared. I wanted to speak more upon on the matter but did not want to say it as Avilina and her friend was still around. Feanyl caught my hesitation and told me not to worry since he gave me quite a bit of information.
I eventually excused myself, needing to get some fresh air. I needed time to myself to ponder of all that I had been told by Feanyl. Feanyl had met with me outside as he was about to go. He told me that he would keep in touch with me should I want to know of what he knows. Truth be told, part of me had told me that it could be a bad idea but unfortunately, I had listened more to the other part of me to actually just go to perhaps only one gathering to see what he had to offer as far as information and such goes and to see whether or not it's something that I should worry on in the future besides the matter that I have already. I accepted the offer of keeping in touch before he had gone south.
I was deep into my thoughts until this one lady had sat on the bench to my left. I recognized her as being the woman from when I had spoken a little to Aeru, the one that was sitting with that man that Aeru supposedly knew. I can tell that she was wary of me at first when I had brought up that I have seen her before on that day until I introduced myself and said that I was from here. She introduced herself fo Lanarieth from Gondor. She had told me that she was here as a means for her scholar profession, to learn of the history and lore of Bree. I myself was impressed seeing as how there had been other professions that was far unlike a scholar around Bree as of late. We had gotten to know each other a bit, exchanging words here and there. I had told her of how I wasn't in best terms with some of the Watch because of what had happened with Aallan and how he had met his end. However, she did bring up a point of saying that there could have been a possibility of the death would be as a means of a cover-up and that he was still alive. If that was the case, if I should meet him in the future, I am planning to hit him good for having me in such a state of worry and such. I told her of my plans to go to Rivendell, not exactly giving her the true reason for my errand, after telling her about my business. After a good long time of talking, I had bid her farewell before going home.
I am weary of the entire day altogether and I have been given much to think about that was piled on top of what worries I have already. Yes, I may have done something idiotic as of deciding that I would go to see of this gathering of what Feanyl spoke of. Though I need answers and for some reason, part of me need at least a little bit more of the knowledge. I feel as if I am at war with myself, among the middle of right and possibly wrong. However, I need to know. That is for certain.
