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The Second Letter from Imladris



Gwanûr,

Are you well? How do your studies go? You must have seen my last letter. Be glad to know that I have found a more permanent residence with one of my new teachers, who has graciously offered me the use of one of her spare rooms. The other is inhabited by another student, Aearlinn, who also hails from Mithlond. I think we have much in common and will grow to be fast friends. At least that is my hope. It is so good to have someone from Mithlond close to me! There are some things the valley folk will simply not understand. Lady Danel, our teacher, will mentor us on the histories and politics of which she knows a great deal, having lived through both the First and Second Ages.

I count myself fortunate to have found such a knowledgeable master already, along with a noble house to serve. Have you heard of Bar-en-Vanimar and their wise Lord Ambassador? Great is his wisdom and renown in the valley at least. I have already sent my first official message in duty and receive countless letters for the House everyday. Most are letters of thanks from guests after the annual elven ball, which the House hosts every year. I wish I had been able to attend for it sounds like a most grand affair! The other letters are from the East, and for their confidential nature, I cannot bare their contents to you. I know you will understand as you are no stranger to our profession.

I earn a comely enough wage, though it is not enough to enjoy the fine wine of the valley so it seems. I did not know that the wine of Imladris was so reputable, did you? The vintner, Hir Sogadan, says it is quite precious and not to be sold at a cheap price. I have seen quite numerous members of the House partake in Hir Sogadan's drinks freely so I suppose they must do a number of great and important tasks and thus earn a bountiful income. I for one can only afford to do so when someone graciously offers me a glass, at the expense of their own pocket. The Lord Ambassador is one such generous person and Hir Sogadan has never turned his nose up at his coins.

Your little bird,

Emliniel