You will not receive this for a long time coming but when you do I hope that you will come here in all haste. The air has become dark and dim with a man in the house; he is quite vain and conceded. Though he is staying for three days his pack is filled for a month, at least, and I am beginning to suspect he might just stay that long even though it is only the second day he has been here and his welcome is already long worn out. He is beautiful to look at but there is still something about him that I don't trust, maybe it is just because he is my sister's courtier. Even though she is elder and wiser in her ways of nature she is not as skilled with weapons and the ancient knowledge of which, as I am. She will later need protection and I might not be there to give it to her, and that frightens me. For many weeks passed and I have been having dreams that I seem to forget after I wake up but later something jogs my memory and like a piece of the puzzle I am slowly realizing my doom. I have seen that I shall be murdered in a fight to the death, though I do not know when and that I will know when the time is right. I will recognize my killer, so maybe that is why i do not trust him. But still I fear for my sisters safety and wish that when she goes out at night with him she would return safely. But rather that one day I shall go with him for he will have something urgent to tell me whilst my sister sleeps peacefully in the next room and that is how I shall become... one with the earth. Maybe that is my problem I do not listen to my sense of nature as much as I should; I shall have to work on that. My sister is beyond beautiful and skilled; she can heal as well as an elf and that is how her courtier and her met. He was given a stab wound in his leg from a band of orcs a few nights past and she, unfortunately for I believe he will kill me, healed him and so began their courtship. But I think his lineage is that of the wild men for he to has a blood lust in his eyes as they do, I have noticed it when we are eating red meat during a meal. My sister touches none of the red meat for she is a vegetarian but also notices the lust in his eyes but assumes he really likes red meat, but I assume more. I am writing to you because I believe that you can help sort through this feeling and help with extra protection even if you arrive to late for me. I hope you will come in all haste my friend but be careful for I believe wild men have begun to roam just outside our borders as if waiting to attack and siege our village even though its size is small.
I signed the letter I wrote to my elven friend in Lorien and sent it by carrier pigeon, our most faithful and swiftest of the ones my sister keeps in the back of the house for emergencies. I left the pigeon coop and went across the garden in the back of our cottage house and made for the forest, Fanghorn forest. Many people were afraid to go in saying it is filled with spiteful spirits older than ourselves that we should avoid, but I always went, it was where I could find peace and solitude for life when I needed to think. I practiced my skills for fighting there in secret, and have lost many of my childhood friends because of it. Not only am I a female warrior, and only a few in my village had known until a battle weeks ago and smiled at the thought of what the hardiest man, our "protector", had looked in shock as I slayed the orc that was choking him. They had found out my secret then and had only semi understood my need to learn and protect. But I seem odd to my village, as if Valor has an unwanted say in my life and they believe that I am cursed because of it. But I do not know who or what other poppycock was put in their heads. They had trusted me and had faith in me since I was little and naive and my father had left, never to be seen again anywhere in Rohan. My mother had sent out the carrier pigeons everywhere in which we assumed he could be, but to no avail.
But I thought back to my recent problems as I sat down on a tree root with in seeing range of the house. Well seeing range for me, I had keen eyesight, as well as hearing, like that of an elf, but my heritage was all human, only a very distant relation was half elven. My sister and her healing was like that of an elf also but when we were asked by strangers we just shook our heads and sighed, by now we were used to it. I was brought back from my train of thoughts as I saw the man leaving our house to hunt. I did not know his name, I don't believe my sister knew either, but she had fallen under his spell and believed herself in love. No one knew who he was or where he was from and stated that he had amnesia, but I was the only one who could tell he was lying, for he got a dark look in his eyes when he stated it. He has growled in my presence at my forthrightness and stated more then once what he thinks of women who speak out against their elders, but I look at him and he backs down, after glaring at me, but my stare shakes him to the bone, I could tell.
I got up and tracked him, as well as any ranger. I had met only a few rangers but none ever taught me what I wanted to know. Saying a woman should not need to worry about tracking or hunting when one has such strong and valiant men in her village. I would always leave them scowling and muttering "valiant humph", and would go back into the forest and read from my hidden collection of scrolls that taught me the stories of the great battles of the past and such but never how to fight. That I learned on my own and trusted my skills since they seemed to come naturally as healing did to Anadren, my sister. I jumped onto a low broken branch silently, the man never hearing my footfalls, to absorbed in his own meddlings as I was in mine. But I slipped on a dead branch that snapped under my feet as the man whirled around to see who was above him with a loaded crossbow. I knew I was caught…