(The page is scribbled in a clean and tidy Tengwar. However, there are some ink blobs here and there, indicating it was written in haste, or that the author must have simply been too slobby)
...So I meet a lovely fellow named Seaver. I was introduced to him weeks before through Ilaru, though I daresay we never actually gave a proper exchange of greeting. What came after that, I knew not.
I have taken a liking (and short-lived attraction) to him. He seems to be a good chap, but something tells me there is more to his personality than there really was. I was such a fool to fall for his charms! Aye, but now it is over, and I do not have to bother anymore with such feelings; For I feel my own are changing from brief attraction to something more platonic.
In short, I met him in the Pony, just tending to my own business, when he apparently recognized my voice and told me I looked pretty without that hood I used to adorn. It had been a long time since I received those words vocally, since I usually received them through ill-meaning stares and such, so it was much appreciated. Oh, how stupid I was to let my guard down that time.
So he asked me if I would like a walk. I agreed, and we went to the Scholar's stair, where I had first met Ilaru and her hound, Arugru. We talked a while, but I then noted his hobbling steps and surmised he was drunk; though he kept his composure balanced and not even one slip of tongue!
He told me of his worries, and I promptly invited him to balance on the edge of the stone rails which I was so used to standing on. The rails always relaxed me, brought me away from troubling thought, as balancing would mean concentration, and concentration would mean letting go of other thought, and I, being the fluttery woman that I was, offered my hand and helped him balance with ease, and soon enough, his charms and boyish looks not helping any further, I instructed him to close his eyes, and I kissed him on the cheek and jumped down the wall, leaving him standing there befuddled.
Needless to say, he apparently did not remember anything from last night at all! So we talked to each other once more, and we went on another walk, it being my lucky day off. He brought me on top of the Roof, and soon we were joking like old friends, me making a trademark nickname out of his appearance. "Mister Sinister", is still my favorite nickname until now.
After a few fool's games and a long chase, we were at the Beggar's Alley, home to that scoundrel-rat Fynchley. Luckily, Finch was not here by the time we came in, and Seaver had tackled me from out of nowhere. Cursing I fell to the ground, and he promptly fell on top of me in turn. My face reddened, naturally, but Seaver seemed to ignore my embarrassment as he casually murdered a woman who had ambushed him. I did not mind at all, having seen far worse transpire in my days of thieving, so I cheerfully told him I had a few more tricks up my sleeve, and promptly threw dirt in his face, which he proceeded to curse violently and grovel as I ran off laughing. So I startled him as he rounded a corner, and he promptly earned his second nickname after I watched him stumble and regain balance quite expertly. "Fancyfeet". So I made an endless list of nicknames for him, but I stuck with "Mister Sinister Fancyfeet." Haha!
After this he invited me to lunch. First he decided to give me upper class treatment by visiting the Bree-town Hunting Lodge, only to find, to his annoyance and my amusement, that the Lodge was closed, so we made our way to the Comb and Wattle, because Seaver stated that he did not like the crowded atmosphere in the pony.
After long silences of not talking, I began to notice he was feeling uneasy. So I pressured him to tell me until he threw me a question demanding me if I liked him. So I said yes and pointed out that I wouldn't bite or anything. And oh, you could imagine my surprise when I found out that he liked me in turn, but he could not reciprocate. I was frozen so stiff that the glass which I held slipped out of my hand and shattered on the floor, and I promptly told him that he should stop charming other women if he already had someone (Whom I later found out was a woman called Erinwyn). He promptly shattered his own glass after I walked off, fuming, and I payed the Barmaid some coin for the broken glass, before I followed him upstairs.
Seaver seemed to be sad, on the verge of tears. Poor young man (boy?) appeared to be depressed. He told me he wished to go back to Rohan, and I accused him of running away from the mess he had created. He did not take that well, and soon he shouted at me, telling me he had earned nothing from Bree, and that "real" friends should know why he would be doing this. I turned my back on him hurt, but he seemed to have calmed down after that. I pointed out to him that he had made a friend, which was me, but he seemed cemented on his decision to move to Rohan. As you might tell, I was visibly saddened, but as he walked out the door, I asked him to wait, and I gave him a crushing hug, and a soft parting kiss, asking him to promise me to stay safe, which he did. But who, of all people, should walk in, than this chap named "Matt" (A friend of Cymaru's)? I met him before with a rogueish man called Remis Locke, and they were egging on me insisting which one was the handsomer, to my amusement. But that is another tale. "Matt" left us to our own devices soon, and I kissed Seaver goodbye, heading down the stairs of the Inn and out back to Bree.
And that's the end of it. A short romance, I daresay, but a crazy one, I'll tell you that!
