Dear Arwen,
My
Evenstar, I hope that this letter finds you well and in good
heart.
Great things are amiss here and even the people of Bree suspect
something,
for they are very weary and skiddish.
Their names haunt me, my love, they are worse then when I was a
child in
Rivendell. " Longshanks", " Strider " and so
many more. Many that I shall not
write.
It's been too long and I fear that they are not coming. I fear
deep within my
that the Riders have caught them. They are stonger then before,
much, much
more. And dangerous.
I fear
Arwen my love!!! They are here! It is night now and i must tell
you the news. They
are all well and safe, but the idiot hobbit, Frodo, put the Ring
on in The
Prancing Pony. It is indeed the One Ring.
Frodo's companions are faitful and would follow him anywhere he
lead them,
especially the one called Sam. But they are not aware of what
danger they
would be putting themselves in if they did so.
But they would.
I must go now, my love. Look for us in the woods around the 9th
or 10th. Myself
and four hobbits.
Farewell for now,
Aragorn