Dearest El,
It has been only a day or so since I have written to you last, yet I have some news to share. As I told you before: I have waited upon your murderer. He has now returned the favor and paid a call to me. His intent, I suspected, was to end my misery. I was not wrong. He revealed at the end of his visit that he had come with the intent of making me his next victim.
Why he did not, I cannot tell. Not even the man himself knows his why. I suspect that the Bree-town Watch already knows. I doubt that my telling them that I have seen him will help them much. As strange as it is, I did not fear him, though I should have. I was only startled to find him sitting in my home in a shadowy corner of my living room. I have tried, for your sake, to continue to be kind to the fellow, but I am sure that I have failed.
On to better news: I have made some new friends, which I am sure that you are happy to hear. Gaellanthir, (whom I have not seen these past few days) is an Eldar who keeps the roads safe for his kin (likely he is out doing this just now) -- is unlike any I have met. He is fiery and bold, and as I have told another friend -- has bollocks. It is odd for an Eldar. For while our dear, quaint friends have plenty of spine, they are not what I would call bold. He is young, though, and I like him exceedingly and take great pleasure in his acquaintance.
Then there is Alfknutr, a countryman of mine. He is a jolly fellow and is gifted with a silver tongue -- he speaks well and has a flair for the dramatic. As you might have guessed, he is a story-teller, and a most excellent one. He, too, has earned my admiration, for aside from spinning a glorious yarn, I can see that he is a kind and gentle man, though perhaps not very proud of things that he has done in the past if my feelings have led me rightly.
I met another countryman of mine and it would appear that he is a minstrel. I am not sure that I caught his name; I probably did, but have forgotten it in the fluster that I was in. You see, I took his spot and nearly knocked his lute to the ground; he was most good-natured about it, but I was still disturbed for my clumsiness. He was a pleasant man and handsome; he will be a great hit with the ladies here, I think.
As for me, my heart is ever yours.
Faelalan
