correspondence

To Lord Glorfingwë, with a large delivery of supplies

My dear friend,

I have received a most surprising correspondence this evening, and have need to consider it deeply.  Having travelled west and north on errantry, I am now returned and quartered in the home of the Lord Elrond as I write, bearing news of some import to him - but this be not what I write of, grave though it be.

Nay, rather, upon my return, I was soon met with a runner who bore a note for me from the Lady Manadhlaer, who had apparently penned an answer for me directly, only to be thwarted by my own quick departure into the Wilds.

This letter is as pretty as its predecessor, but appears to be in a different hand, likely Manadhlaer's own. It is more of a silken parasol than a formal linen napkin this time.

Angrinc
Guest Houses, Imladris

Esteemed Angrinc:

I am terribly embarrassed to admit this, but I have at least one terrified witness to this event.

I was in the garden, with my dog poking about shrew-burrows and my swan stalking about ominously in the background -- even after I had told her to go and play in the stream. Imagine.

Dytha wiped the dusted snow from her downy eyebrows and took in the warmth of her home. It was good to be back in Fréasburg. Had a month really passed since she’d traveled to Aldburg to prepare for their Yuletide? Then Edoras, then Aldburg again. She’d lost count. Even in winter it seemed there were no ends to her roads. Now, at last, she was home. 

My dear Lady Fyxe,

We have arrived in Esteldin and had a chance to look around. The situation in the north is indeed troublesome.