An Anonymous letter lies on her desk at home it reads:
To the esteemed lady of Bree-land, if you could be called such a thing these days. The tides have not calmed even with twelve years' time. I dare not reveal my identity now, however, you were always a quick study. Perhaps you'll sniff me out! Figuratively of course. Unless the low-born field tenders have turned you into a witless barbarian or a raving madwoman. Being a daughter of two lands simultaneously, I never envied you that. Rohan home of brave warriors and heroines. Mead and debauchery! Fierceness matched with the hedonism of pleasure. Then Gondor the land of Kings and Queens the pride of Mankind. Minas Tirith, Dol Amroth, surely these are the cities blessed by The One himself.
Your Father is doing quite well, by the by, he only occasionally flinches when your name is mentioned. Though I find it quite laughable that anyone would mention it at all. I have enjoyed hearing of your little exploits over the years. It is rather adorable, the little lady all grown up. Proving herself to the masses! If you were hoping to please barbarians then I would say you have more than earned your keep.
We'll be watching, thank you for bringing such amusement to the court, it is a breath of fresh air. Good fortune to you and your children.
PS. Your sister wasn't the only one.
