The blonde scout finally finds time and inclination, both, to write again while camping along the way into Gondor from the Mark, and then again a couple of days later.
I'm not quite sure where we are as I write this, besides on the way from the Riddermark toward Minas Tirith. I haven't felt like writing much. Been moping, really, thanks to feeling how I do about missing Wendy by so little time, and after she'd clearly been waiting for me a lot better than I'd been doing for her. I've had a few moments of good times along the way, but it's been really hard. Leoffrith's family is nice, and his Thane – well, not really "his" Thane any more, I reckon, considering, but still – he seemed pretty decent. Not sure what's up with the near-banishment. It doesn't seem to be what Gladsúnu himself decided at all – just something he won't go against, because it's his King's decree. Or so I reckon, anyways.
I liked Leoffrith's aunties in Woodhurst. I didn't get any time to ask after Cwynbur's family – but she didn't ask me to or send any messages, anyways.
We had a good run with the horses, finally. Should do that more often – Aduial and Kestrel both liked it, and it's better for my spirits than the slow walking pace we've been keeping to. Even Rascal and probably Muffin would like some additional trotting time, I suspect. I should remember to suggest that soon.
And now it's even later, by a couple of days, but no sense wasting the pages. Minas Tirith is pretty impressive, but also disappointing. That's because we didn't get to see much of it. Could drop almost all the population I've ever seen before into it, though, and not notice, I reckon. It's a lot of city. Not sure I'd want to live there ever, but it is impressive. Probably can get about anything there – for a price.
We're off to the sea-shore now, and Belfalas, and Dol Amroth. I hope my mood lifts enough to appreciate it – and to draw it well enough to show Owena later. Well, and anyone else who wants to see my drawings of places, but she's the one who asked before I left.
I reckon we'll be back through Harwick as we return. I wonder whether there'll be any word – or any hope of trying to get any clues. I should stop borrowing such trouble ahead – but I can't help how miserable I feel about failing my Wendy. And yes, I do know that I couldn't have affected how things turned out in Langhold. But I would have been there for her, and she would have known I was there. Not like now, where she'd been waiting for me, as I reckon from the bracelet, but now doesn't have even that, and no idea that I did finally come. As bad as I feel, I'm sure it's worse for her – and that's what really eats at me.
But enough of that. I need to try to be looking at Dol Amroth when we get there, and not be missing it for trying to look to Harwick again already.
