I have not had chance to write in such a long time. I cannot run the risk of him finding and reading this journal. Still, as I have a little time and a place to hide this book before he returns for me, I can record a little of the recent events.
So much has happened.
Baradar departed Rivendell, as did I. He had warned me that he must leave at some point and I had told him that when he did I would also go. It is peaceful and safe there, yes, but it is also far too strange for my liking. I appreciate the aid of the people, their willingness to let us stay for a time, but I dislike the way I feel that I am being watched with every passing moment. It is unnerving.
He travelled to a place called Eregion, and then on to the Moria mines I have heard so many ill tales about. Meanwhile, I made my way back to Bree on a merchants caravan.
Upon my arrival here, I saw Blodwynn and, of course, refrained from telling her what had happened to me at the hands of Drevorin. She need not know that. Not ever. I spoke to Davick also, and Marinette, although not necessarily in that order. I do not recall now. My mind is so cluttered with other things that it is hard to think straight.
The deal is made. Blodwynn will be safe, for all that the foolish Daigan has tried to get in the way thinking that he knows best. Her safety is assured for as long as all goes to plan. It must do. Failure in this is not an option.
