Letter From Arwing
Dear Silwen,
You have seen my father? Did he speak of me? They are headed to the north into Arnor? It is wonderful to hear such news, for Mother Arwen has not heard from him for a long time.
The Golden Hall sounds wonderful, I should like to see it some time soon. Though I am not one much to like the wind.
Can you see Fangorn Forest from where you are? I have heard that it is very large and of hard woods; much like Ithilien, only older.
You are such a dreamy talker Silwen! I suppose I do desire to meet Huinlas. I wish I, too, could have an elven friend; you are so fortunate.
Eldarion is five now, and Father did not come as we had all hoped that he would. Lord Greenleaf did not bring his horse either. Instead, a horse merchant of Rohan brought many horses from which we were to choose one. Eldarion wanted a white horse, but there were none. I picked out a good solid horse for him, it barely reaches 15 hands. She is a dappled grey color, and very calm yet prancey. He likes her, and now I am teaching him to ride. I lead him out of the city, me on Cemenril, and Eldarion on his horse. He wanted to call her Undomiel, after mother, but she said to call her Tindomiel instead. The meaning is the same.
Mother is helping to expand my poor knowledge of Quenya and Sindarin, so here I am studying away. In truth it is coming very easy to me. Mother expects fluency, though, so I study and recite until late at night. Some days this causes my evening ride to be delayed.
Tell Huinlas that I thank him for the greeting, and the poem. I enjoyed it very much. Each night I recite it to myself. It is rare indeed when I am able to sleep, though, for my mind floods with songs. I refrain from singing aloud, however, because I would not like to disturb the rest and sleep of others.
I must end now, for I should be studying.
How I long to go for my ride.
Namárië
Arwing
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Dear Silwen,
You have seen my father? Did he speak of me? They are headed to the north into Arnor? It is wonderful to hear such news, for Mother Arwen has not heard from him for a long time.
The Golden Hall sounds wonderful, I should like to see it some time soon. Though I am not one much to like the wind.
Can you see Fangorn Forest from where you are? I have heard that it is very large and of hard woods; much like Ithilien, only older.
You are such a dreamy talker Silwen! I suppose I do desire to meet Huinlas. I wish I, too, could have an elven friend; you are so fortunate.
Eldarion is five now, and Father did not come as we had all hoped that he would. Lord Greenleaf did not bring his horse either. Instead, a horse merchant of Rohan brought many horses from which we were to choose one. Eldarion wanted a white horse, but there were none. I picked out a good solid horse for him, it barely reaches 15 hands. She is a dappled grey color, and very calm yet prancey. He likes her, and now I am teaching him to ride. I lead him out of the city, me on Cemenril, and Eldarion on his horse. He wanted to call her Undomiel, after mother, but she said to call her Tindomiel instead. The meaning is the same.
Mother is helping to expand my poor knowledge of Quenya and Sindarin, so here I am studying away. In truth it is coming very easy to me. Mother expects fluency, though, so I study and recite until late at night. Some days this causes my evening ride to be delayed.
Tell Huinlas that I thank him for the greeting, and the poem. I enjoyed it very much. Each night I recite it to myself. It is rare indeed when I am able to sleep, though, for my mind floods with songs. I refrain from singing aloud, however, because I would not like to disturb the rest and sleep of others.
I must end now, for I should be studying.
How I long to go for my ride.
Namárië
Arwing
[REVIEWS GREATLY DESIRED]