MY DEAREST SILWEN
Dear Silwen,
Yes, I have been away from the city for a time. I do apologize for not being a faithful correspondent lately. I had gone to Rohan; it is quite a lovely country. I was there because Mother decided I could and should have my own horse. I found one. He is a wonderful, rich earth color. When I shine his coat it flashes like a red sunset on snow capped mountains, for he has three white stockings and a star upon his forehead. His gate is smooth and he loves to hear me sing. I call him Cemenril, which I think is very fitting. Would you agree?
I have returned home now. Minas Tirith is a fine city, yet I always look above the walls as the borderless land beckons me. I long to venture out into the openness of the world.
I am glad to hear that your horse is feeling better; I very much dislike it when animals are not feeling well. I love songs, do you remember the words Legolas sang? I should love to hear many elves sing together, by what you say I am certain it would be beautiful indeed.
Mother made me a cape for my twenty-first year. It is a soft, blue-grey color. I love wearing it, for I blend in with the rocks of the city. Mother helped me to obtain more of the same fabric and I have made a blanket for Cemenril. We are allowed to go outside the city to ride at twilight and into early night. He loves to gallop with much speed, and I am like-minded. My cape trails behind me like wings, and I wish the short minutes of freedom could last forever.
I can understand why your Father still grieves, for we pass his brother's horn on a table every day. It is cloven in two; how my heart is saddened to think of its bearer's fate.
Do you not find joy in the stars? I find that there is no greater thing in all the earth. This is, though, merely my humble opinion, friend.
My the time has gone by much to quickly. I shall write again as soon as I am able.
Mellonlín,
Arwing
Dear Silwen,
Yes, I have been away from the city for a time. I do apologize for not being a faithful correspondent lately. I had gone to Rohan; it is quite a lovely country. I was there because Mother decided I could and should have my own horse. I found one. He is a wonderful, rich earth color. When I shine his coat it flashes like a red sunset on snow capped mountains, for he has three white stockings and a star upon his forehead. His gate is smooth and he loves to hear me sing. I call him Cemenril, which I think is very fitting. Would you agree?
I have returned home now. Minas Tirith is a fine city, yet I always look above the walls as the borderless land beckons me. I long to venture out into the openness of the world.
I am glad to hear that your horse is feeling better; I very much dislike it when animals are not feeling well. I love songs, do you remember the words Legolas sang? I should love to hear many elves sing together, by what you say I am certain it would be beautiful indeed.
Mother made me a cape for my twenty-first year. It is a soft, blue-grey color. I love wearing it, for I blend in with the rocks of the city. Mother helped me to obtain more of the same fabric and I have made a blanket for Cemenril. We are allowed to go outside the city to ride at twilight and into early night. He loves to gallop with much speed, and I am like-minded. My cape trails behind me like wings, and I wish the short minutes of freedom could last forever.
I can understand why your Father still grieves, for we pass his brother's horn on a table every day. It is cloven in two; how my heart is saddened to think of its bearer's fate.
Do you not find joy in the stars? I find that there is no greater thing in all the earth. This is, though, merely my humble opinion, friend.
My the time has gone by much to quickly. I shall write again as soon as I am able.
Mellonlín,
Arwing