Dear mum and dad, she held the quill over the parchment and some ink dripped down on to it, staining it. She mumbled a few well-chosen curses, glad that none of the dwarfs were around, they always seemed shocked over her choice of words. She was sitting in her house in Dale, the fox at her feet and the squirrel sleeping on the bed. It was the evening before they had to leave and she desperately tried to come up with an explanation for her parents as she couldn't be there herself to explain. She crumpled up the paper to a ball and threw it across the room so it bounced off the wall. She heaved a sigh and grabbed a new sheet, dipping the quill in the ink again.
'Dear mummy and daddy, oh how I miss you both so much of every second of every day. By now I take it that Chip has told you his story, it is true and I beg of you to read this letter until the very end. There is no need to tell you everything once again but I could not send him though without giving you a word directly from me. For starters; the small pictures which hopefully haven't been ruined in this foul weather, are proof that it really is me.
Let's take it from the top? After you dropped me off at the forest I hiked for about two and a half days before I tripped over a rooting and fell through what we have discovered to be a rift. It opens up around midsummer and mid-winter. I landed in this strange world where there are elves (more about them later), dwarfs, dragons and wizards (more about this too). Two dwarfs, here I will add; all dwarfs are about my height, give or take a few inches, bearded and stubborn as hell… I lost my track didn't I? Right; two dwarf brothers found me, I had been knocked unconscious in my fall, they were visiting some elves whom took me in and helped me heal again. I met this wonderful elfish man, Logon, he taught me their language; Sindarin, and everything about their culture. He is really wonderful, patient, kind and loving. Don't be afraid, he is like an older brother to me, and please don't scream now but he kind of adopted me into the family so technically I amhis younger sister. He is the second cousin of King Thranduil, the elfish king here, whom is really nice even if he too can be a bit stubborn. That is something I have noticed here; everyone seems to be stubborn as hell… Anyway! So, your daughter is somewhat of a royalty now, how about that?! Well, to the brothers whom saved me; Fili and Kili. They are adorable, they kept me company while I was recovering, turned out I got a concussion, a sprained ankle and a lot of bruises (thanks for the painkillers, they really helped!)… They are both very kind and charming and a bit competitive with one another. After I recovered I was invited to come with them to their home, they live in a place called Erebor, and their uncle is the King there. A lot of kings everywhere, I know! So I left Logon and the elves and came to Erebor with Fili and Kili. Here (as I am still living partly in Erebor, partly in the human city called Dale) I was introduced to the court, I met their mother, a wonderful woman, and mum you would have loved her, amongst other things.
You remember how grandmama Louise told us about her mother Camille, how she disappeared into nowhere and emerged a bunch of years later? Well… I met her husband, my great grandfather. His name is Gandalf, he is a wizard, so I guess now we know where my powers are coming from? He has really taken good care of me when we had worked out our relationship and the control I have over my powers have really improved a lot! Logon gave me a cane when I was still limping around on one leg and it has really helped me channel my thoughts and when I try to do something new…'
She kept on writing until the lights burned down and her hand aced. She blew on the ink to get it to dry. Along with the letters she attached tiny drawings that a woman in Dale had made of her, Fili, Logon and Gandalf. They were small enough to fit in the little envelope she would put her letter in. She rubbed her eyes and crawled in bed, cradling the little fox to her chest and the squirrel slept on her hip. She had written down everything that had happened in the months since she arrived to this world. She told them about her name day celebration, the engagement to Fili and everything else. To prove that it was really from her she ripped out the title page of the book she had brought with her from her own world. She carefully put everything, along with her now useless cell phone, into a plastic bag she had kept in her backpack, so that it would not get wet.
The next morning she awoke by someone entering her front door;
"Deidre? Are you up?" it was Fili.
"Up here!" She quickly got out of bed and pulled a nightgown over her head, not knowing if he had brought his brother inside with him. He came up the stairs, alone, and looked over the railing at her with a wrinkled brow;
"Had a late night again darling?"
"I wrote to my parents, had a hard time putting the quill down. It's so much I want to tell them you know?"
He came over to her and embraced her, kissing her forehead;
"I know my love, I know." They stood there, just holding each other for a few minutes before breaking it of so she could get dressed.
As she emerged from the house with Chip on her shoulder and the fox by her feet she was dressed in elven clothes; tight leggings, soft boots, a long sleeved tunic and a heavy fur lined cloak and hood. Faran stomped eagerly and she felt the anticipation coming from him as she mounted the big horse. It was still early so they were almost alone and the only sound was the fox's claws against the cobblestone and the sound the hooves of the horses made.