Jackilyn

His youngest child to Bóurr son of Bíld of Erebor greeting.

[As it is often so, Maddoct’s handwriting is curly. Though in this particular letter it is not too horrible — it seems Doc tried his best to tone it down and give mercy to the recipient’s eyes.]

Doc to the dearest Jackilyn Blackburrow, 

[The envelope looks like it was sealed once with wax, opened, then re-sealed. It feels a little heavy. Inside, the writing of the first page is a little shaky and full of many hesitations (especially at the beginning). The ink looks like it would dry one day, then a new bottle would be opened the next, as if the process of writing was drawn out over some time. Tucked in front of the folded letters is a small strip of ribbon. It’s dark purple, embroidered with a delicate vine-like pattern of lilac and white flowers.

It’s a week now since we returned from the small hunting trip with Dimheim and the Fist of Steel Tournament. Both went very well. I think that my tournament was the only fighting tournament that was concerned for the participants’ welfare than any other in history.