Dearest Aurthiel,
My dear friend… I feel like I owe you an apology and an explanation.
An apology for upping and leaving with no notice and warning, and an explanation for why I have done so.
I am truly sorry for leaving in such haste without even saying a good bye. I heard some close, dear friends of mine in Bree-land are having a crisis with a drought and famine over here. I must do what I can to help them.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I may be staying here for some time, or perhaps to settle. Do not mourn, I will frequently visit and perhaps with my partner…
Yes you read that correctly. The bitter old fool has found someone. I do not quite fully understand how or why yet.
His name is Nelendor, perhaps you recall him from Imladris? Anyways… His hair reminds me of a spun raven's feather, and his eyes are more brilliant than any emerald, peridot or jade. And his voice, no words shall do him justice, not on paper or by voice…
I am rambling now, many apologies.
Enclosed with this letter is a box of unique gems and stones you may like, they made me think of you.
Till next we meet, sister of my heart,
Fearelhil.
