DEAREST SILWEN
Dear Silwen,
It sounds as if Huinlas fancies you. How thoughtful of him to help you pack, I am sure you find him kind. Do you know his age? Oh dear, I am getting off the topic...
Cemenril is such a fine horse. Some say in his veins flows the blood of the great horse Shadowfax.
I hope that you are faring well. How are your siblings?
My little brother and I just finished making some paper, do you like it? He begged me to write something as soon as I could to you, so you might receive this while you are still in Rohan. Father gave me some new ink and pens to write my letters before he left, so now I shall be able to personalize my letters more than I could before.
I hope that you are doing well in Rohan and that you are not ill. Dear little Eldarion is just healed of a cold. While he was sick he was somewhat bothersome, especially when he wanted me to wait on him all the time. Last night he asked me to take him riding again, but I had to say no. It was much past his bed time, and we were only up so late for Mother Arwen was showing us the patterns of the stars.
I have never seen the beacons lit and I hope never to see them so. How are your relatives? Have you seen the great Hall? Are there many horses? I have never been the city of Edoras, only to a farm owned by the man who sold me Cemenril. I wished greatly to see the Great Hall on the hill, but time did not permit it.
Father Elessar will be leaving tomorrow. He was gone only for three weeks the last time, but he said this is a business trip and he will be gone longer. It saddens Mother's heart, for he did not say where he will be traveling. I hope he shall not go into the Black Land, as he has in the past and may again in the future. Perhaps he is headed to see his friends in the northern country.
Eldarion is to have his fifth year soon, and he so wants Father to be here for his special day. Pray that dear Father Elessar will not be gone more than a month this time on his journey.
Mellonlín,
Arwing of the White Tree
Dear Silwen,
It sounds as if Huinlas fancies you. How thoughtful of him to help you pack, I am sure you find him kind. Do you know his age? Oh dear, I am getting off the topic...
Cemenril is such a fine horse. Some say in his veins flows the blood of the great horse Shadowfax.
I hope that you are faring well. How are your siblings?
My little brother and I just finished making some paper, do you like it? He begged me to write something as soon as I could to you, so you might receive this while you are still in Rohan. Father gave me some new ink and pens to write my letters before he left, so now I shall be able to personalize my letters more than I could before.
I hope that you are doing well in Rohan and that you are not ill. Dear little Eldarion is just healed of a cold. While he was sick he was somewhat bothersome, especially when he wanted me to wait on him all the time. Last night he asked me to take him riding again, but I had to say no. It was much past his bed time, and we were only up so late for Mother Arwen was showing us the patterns of the stars.
I have never seen the beacons lit and I hope never to see them so. How are your relatives? Have you seen the great Hall? Are there many horses? I have never been the city of Edoras, only to a farm owned by the man who sold me Cemenril. I wished greatly to see the Great Hall on the hill, but time did not permit it.
Father Elessar will be leaving tomorrow. He was gone only for three weeks the last time, but he said this is a business trip and he will be gone longer. It saddens Mother's heart, for he did not say where he will be traveling. I hope he shall not go into the Black Land, as he has in the past and may again in the future. Perhaps he is headed to see his friends in the northern country.
Eldarion is to have his fifth year soon, and he so wants Father to be here for his special day. Pray that dear Father Elessar will not be gone more than a month this time on his journey.
Mellonlín,
Arwing of the White Tree