Dear Dirhael Breckenridge,
To quote our maternal grandfather, "What in tarnation were you thinking?" In fact, dearest brother, were you thinking at all?
I do not want to hear your reasoning behind this utterly foolish decision and yes I have heard that he might have as well torn your heart out and stomped upon it in hobnailed boots. Of all the people you could have possibly had an affair with, it had to be GOLDGEL whatever the heck his full name is UMAARAH. Honestly, you should have known he was getting married. All of Bree knew and somehow the information passed right through your empty skull.
I have orders attached to this letter which sending you back to Annuminas. Perhaps, in time, your broken heart will mend and you might find another man who loves you. For now, it might be best for you to redirect your energies into repelling the Angmarim invasion. If you don't go, Firiel has orders to haul you up there by the collar and possibly slap some sense into you. I hope she does the latter.
I know it hurts to have your heart broken for the second time, but it will heal in time. Just, please don't do anything rash.
Your Sister,
Siofran Breckenridge
P.S. Why have you stopped using your last name? There is nothing wrong with being a Breckenridge. Besides, it identifies you from the at least five other Dirhaels that we know.
P.P.S Give me love to Father. Also tell him that Mum expects both of you back by the spring thaw. She wants us to celebrate the Spring Festival as a family.
P.P.P.S The little bag of toffee that came with this letter and the orders is for Aldor, not you.
