[Note: The following is a handwritten note left in the Arnorian ruins overlooking the Prancing Pony courtyard, set upon a Gondorian greatsword driven into the earth near the stone circle.]
To my friends in the North,
I had oftentimes wielded in battle throughout these lands the blade upon which you find this note. However, it once belonged to a captain of Pelargir by the name Curunil, whom I slew when my allegiance was still to the Black Serpent many years ago. I carried it even after my thoughts turned against the Enemy in the east. I leave it here for any who knew me in my time in Bree and would call me 'friend'. Consider this my breaking of bonds with who I was, that I may return to my homeland a changed woman. To whichever of my friends keeps this blade, it is my wish that it may serve you as well as it served me these seven years. If ever your travels take you to Pelargir, I leave the choice to you whether you would see this mighty weapon returned to the kin of Curunil, Captain of the Guard.
I cannot express to you the depths of my gratitude for all that I have learned and received from my time spent among you in this strange land. When I fled to this place seven years ago, I had thought what days I had left would be spent in hiding and unrest, but in you I found friends and allies beyond all my wildest hopes. To those of you who fought by my side, who stitched my wounds, who guided by steps, I pray for your lasting well-being in this Middle-earth.
I put my gratitude into writing, for I shall soon depart from this town. In my travels and wanderings, word has reached my ears that in the south the war has turned in favor of the Free Peoples. I have longed for this day for many years, to see the day when the Dark Land falls at last, and with it its allies too shall meet their end. As some of you may know, these very allies kept me from returning to my home all these years. But now, with no force to command the misguided tribes of the south, I may at last have the chance to return to the family I have not embraced for well over a decade. I would not see this chance wasted, you must understand.
I lament departing from this land at such a time of strife, when ruffians and vagabonds bring havoc into the very city at times, and were it not for this turn of events in the south I would gladly defend this people to my last breath. However, in knowing you all for these years, I have seen that within you lies a strength to resist any hardships brought against you and your kin. The Men of Bree are sturdy and stubborn, and I know in my heart that this small town shall not fall while one Bree-lander with a sword in hand remains within the hedge-walls. I pray that you, best of friends, shall all live to overcome these times.
My road shall now turn south to my home at long last. If ever I come across a familiar face in my journey, I shall rejoice. In my homeland, I will ensure that those who sided with the Enemy will receive swift justice, and I will play my part in preventing the innocent from receiving unjust retribution in the aftermath of this conflict. If ever your own travels take you into the far south, seek for me in a little town called Nurzhed in the mountains beyond Umbar. I promise you all, when the feckless war-tribes are all but destroyed and peace is known in the Southlands, I will return to this town, and I hope to see you all again.
With love and blessings,
Sriva Alsvaahr
[Note: Alongside her final signature in Westron, there is a second signature in Haradric script.]
