((A letter sent by raven into Mirkwood, it's text is that of the men of the south, neatly arranged and written with some care (Most likely written by a scribe by request or need). It would read thusly:))
My dear friend Tinnurion, I have a need of you, or that at least is my belief.
I have left my estate in Belfalas to my wife, Ivmin, and the Willows, led by commander Athlang, and have been wounded in battle at the Gates of Minas Tirith... It seems the Dark Lord sent his minions on a great march to take the realms of men, as you may have discovered his power has dissipated and that, as I have been told, is due to the efforts of the Heir of Gondor and his stalwart companions, though I know not their names.
To get to my point, I will be recovering shortly by all accounts, and with the Black Gate opened I can finish what I have lived so long to do... I may never have spoken at length to you about my long life and the reason I go on, but know that soon my repentance shall be complete and the light I threw away reclaimed. It is to this end that I request your aid, I know I ask much of you my dear friend but you are the only one I would dare ask.
I would ask this terrible favor, offering nothing in return, because you once spoke to, and of, me as a brother despite my... ties. And so, my greatest friend, would you accompany me into the very heart of the black lands of Mordor, seeking certain death?
If you do not reply I will assume you have refused, rightly in my mind, but if you send not words, but a token of acceptance, then we will speak at length whilst we prepare...
Walk in shadow under stars dear brother,
~ Thirenel Willowshade, Defender of Bree-land, and the Shadow of the South.
