August 28th, 2002

do I know you?, skeptical/wry, wry, um

Hobbits and Hobbitability: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

I wonder if my Iorhael and I are ever going to get away for that trip we've been discussing. So many of my loved ones seem to be in emotional or fatal distress, and there seems to be many hands that need holding. Elanorelle and I had a long talk yesterday and the trauma of her family's disintegration seems to be catching up with her. It doesn't help that Samwise and Frodo are still dead, I suppose.

And then last night I walked in on a family crisis between Erchi, his father Imrahil, and his brother Elphir who his father had perilously abused. Despite how stupidly fast I tend to turn to steel when a physical threat is at hand, we were able to get Elphir "safely" out of his father's clutches without further injury to anyone, for which I am very grateful. Adding to the friction, my beloved came into deep conflict with Merry, who is a spiritual son of his, of sorts, and Erchi as well. I just left Erchi and Iorhael in deep discussion and hope they sort through their differences. Hopefully Erchi and I will get time to talk some time later, since the crisis put strain on our friendship as well.

But now I've learned Little Bilbo is badly hurt, so I'm riding out to see him. Merry and I have had our differences in the past, so I hope we don't clash yet again. I'm getting so weary of all the conflict! Having been a political prisoner for those years in Umbar, at times starved, tortured, and left to bleed, you'd think I'd take these little domestic problems in stride, but there's an emotional toll that family relations exact that is of a different order than the most skilled torturer's mechinations.

And I can tell my beloved is shouldering his burdens heavily now and it is a worry to me. If only I had been fit to shoulder more when I was younger, perhaps so many I love wouldn't be wrestling with so much now. Well, enough of that--no time to get melancholy, I have some riding to do if I'm to get to Gamgee Hall and back before nightfall.
do I know you?, skeptical/wry, wry, um

Home at Last: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

Bingo opens the door to the Pantry Smial quietly so as not to wake his weary lover from his sleep. After putting down his things and taking off his riding clothes, he sits down at the desk to write a little before bed:

Back from Gamgee Hall. I had the unexpected good company of Elanorelle on the way out and we, well, more me this time, shared our worries . . . and fears. Though Merry seemed to be out and I missed running into Erchi on the road, which all is probably just as well right now, I did have the pleasure of speaking with Elphir and learned a little more of the tangled web that comprises the Dol Amrothian royal family. Those poor lads! I looked in on Little B, who is still not waking and it is very, very troublesome indeed. And other things . . . I should sleep. But I cannot.
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