I woke up feeling much better than I expected to. That has to count for something. Maybe it had something to do with what I dreamed of. I'm not even sure it was real. I would like to believe that, somehow, it was - that I'm not going round the bend with my own worry.
There is still so much I don't understand. Who is Gareth, Steel-heart? And a Merileth? And who is this Viper? I remember Hawk briefly told me that he was taken by someone before and escaped after a time. I didn't ask him to tell me more. I didn't want to make him unhappy with the memory of something that looked like it made him sad or upset to think about. Now, I think maybe I should have.
But that isn't something I can change right now. Nor can I do as my heart desires - mainly, marching right into Minas Tirith in Gondor to beg the Steward for Hawk's release or finding this Viper and giving him a piece of my mind! It is an awfully cruel spot I find myself in!
I must instead do what I can. I will be safe, brave, wise, and swift. Or, at least I will be as much as I am able. I am glad that I have Ryn by my side. I only hope that my own troubles do not take away from her own grief over losing her lover.
I confess that I wish I had grandmother Enthan by my side as well. She is smart and wise in every way. She could point me straight and true. But she must have other important things to do besides consoling a very foolish lass like myself.
Well, there's nothing for it. I have work to do. I will get my Hawk back. I refuse to think otherwise!
