Muiliel

Disbelief, artifice, despair, treachery, exploitation, falsehood, dissemblance, dereliction, plot. What comes next?

Every single thing I've fought against has been conflated in Bree. Bree seems to have failed in every aspect. New Bree is the wild - wild is the old Bree. Bree is the headquarters of organized crime, torture and murder - it is the new Angband. 

It has been a tough time for me lately. As soon as Muil left to Minas Tirith, I could feel the change inside me - I have grown so dependent on her presence that I cannot bear it lightly. She left the leadership of the Exiles on me while she would be away, but I feel helpless without her. I cannot think properly. The evening she set off I prayed to Eru to look over her.

I am lying on the soft grass at the Dúnedain site, just a few metres above Muil's favourite spot. Her favourite spot is a giant stone in the pond, so I've decided it would be better to lay her down on something more comfortable. My whole body aches, as I've carried her all the way from the South Guard Ruins, where a battle took place.

Dear diary… I know I haven’t called you like this yet, but now I feel like everything is dear to me. I’ve had another beautiful day. Although.. it was more than beautiful.