ARWING OF THE WHITE TREE
Mae Govannen
My dear Arwing! I have received your letter today. You will never believe how I happened to be given it, for as you have heard I am staying in Rohan and your letter was addressed to Ithilien. How did I become so lucky as to receive it here, while away? It seems I have friends in high places.
Father and has come from Ithilien and with him Lord Greenleaf. His daughter, Luinil, and her brother also came along. It was the latter who brought the letter. Huinlas said he thought I might want to read it, but I know better than that. He is anxious to hear of you and to know how you fare. So dear, of course I let him read the letter. You do not mind, do you? I thought not. I have asked him to send you his own letter and perhaps he may...but you know elves... it may be some time before you hear from him.
It does seem strange that Father should come all the way here, but he said he has business to attend to in the north. I hear talk of traveling to visit the Pheriannath in their homeland. Huinlas has been sitting in on many of the meetings; perhaps he desires to travel north as well.
The real strange thing is that Lord Greenleaf should travel all this way. He is so attached to Ithilien by now and always talks of the Sea. I cannot imagine why he has taken the trouble to come so far out of his way. But he is an elf, so who knows and who has the courage to ask?
Barahir is quite taken with this land. He says he feels stifled at home under all the confining trees. Here the land opens broad and wide. The tall Ered Nimras are but a backdrop to this far reaching emnet. Barahir, at twenty-three, has the freedom to travel far and freely on his horse, and he often does so. He has been gone now for two days with Elfwine to see the countryside. I don't know why he need ride around to see the country for everything is clearly visible from Edoras. I have never seen such an expanse of land before, and seriously it makes me shudder. Barahir is more like Mother and I am more like Father, I suppose...
Oh, goodness! Here comes my big brother now, and such a fuss they are making! I must close...but no fear, I will write again soon.
~Silwen
Mae Govannen
My dear Arwing! I have received your letter today. You will never believe how I happened to be given it, for as you have heard I am staying in Rohan and your letter was addressed to Ithilien. How did I become so lucky as to receive it here, while away? It seems I have friends in high places.
Father and has come from Ithilien and with him Lord Greenleaf. His daughter, Luinil, and her brother also came along. It was the latter who brought the letter. Huinlas said he thought I might want to read it, but I know better than that. He is anxious to hear of you and to know how you fare. So dear, of course I let him read the letter. You do not mind, do you? I thought not. I have asked him to send you his own letter and perhaps he may...but you know elves... it may be some time before you hear from him.
It does seem strange that Father should come all the way here, but he said he has business to attend to in the north. I hear talk of traveling to visit the Pheriannath in their homeland. Huinlas has been sitting in on many of the meetings; perhaps he desires to travel north as well.
The real strange thing is that Lord Greenleaf should travel all this way. He is so attached to Ithilien by now and always talks of the Sea. I cannot imagine why he has taken the trouble to come so far out of his way. But he is an elf, so who knows and who has the courage to ask?
Barahir is quite taken with this land. He says he feels stifled at home under all the confining trees. Here the land opens broad and wide. The tall Ered Nimras are but a backdrop to this far reaching emnet. Barahir, at twenty-three, has the freedom to travel far and freely on his horse, and he often does so. He has been gone now for two days with Elfwine to see the countryside. I don't know why he need ride around to see the country for everything is clearly visible from Edoras. I have never seen such an expanse of land before, and seriously it makes me shudder. Barahir is more like Mother and I am more like Father, I suppose...
Oh, goodness! Here comes my big brother now, and such a fuss they are making! I must close...but no fear, I will write again soon.
~Silwen