Ithelion

    How many people in my life would I lose one way or another? Am I just not fit to have people around me besides those that I can actually trust and work with?

Appalled is the only word I have.
I am appalled that the people of Bree willingly soak up the lies and slander their so called Watch spew out of their mouth, like thirsty, dry sponges thrown into a sea.
How has this even been allowed to happen?
I am baffled and appalled. Where do I even begin? They insult and slander visitors and citizens alike and expect us to respect them and bow down to kiss their boots? 

...That learns to love.

Eliad took a step inside of the Pony before looking around. He then made his way to the back, to where a certain someone would hopefully be there. He grinned as he peeked inside, knocking on the doorway gently as he sees a familiar brown hooded figure. The figure turned his head slowly, keeping his face hidden under his hood.  As his eyes sat on Eliad, he lifted up with a small smile.

"Eliad, my son...," said Tahandil. "How have you been?"

(The letter is written in haste) 

I cannot help but to feel I'm going to have my first actual job soon for my business. Though all in all, this was an interesting day.

My word... This...day was exceptionally long. And difficult... Long in general.

It started out... Well, I wouldn't say a normal every day thing. It started out as slightly troubling. This one man that looked like Raven, but older, stepped into the inn. He was going off about something like Raven was missing. Truth be told, I honestly didn't think too much of it. I mean, seeing as how the last time we spoke, it didn't go smoothly.

(This page of Ithelion's diary is worn but not as much as some of the others. His writing is clearer and much more readable. A spig of dried lavender is pressed onto the page.)