Note from Vané Alasse: CONGRATULATIONS! You've reached letter ten! I didn't
write this one, but anyway... Seriously, this story does get much better
as it progresses. So keep reading (and please review)! The best parts are
still to come!
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IN THE HOUSE OF HEALING My Dear Silwen,
How do you fare since my last letter? I am hoping this finds you in good health. I unfortunately can not say life is going so well for me. Yesterday, while out on our afternoon ride my dear horse, Cemenril, was kicked by Eldarion's feisty horse, and stumbled into some rocks. We were riding farther than we usually ride because Eldarion desired to do so. Cemenril fell and I was tossed from him, landing roughly on the rocks. Thankfully Cemenril was not injured. Eldarion had a good scare watching me fly through the air, and also a good laugh. I, however, did not fare so well. I was able to walk home, but with great difficulty. I had a badly cut and sprained ankle. The past three weeks have been spent in the House of Healing. This is a great inconvenience, for I am unable to ride Cemenril and feel terribly useless. Eldarion has had to ask mother to take him riding, which is good for him and amusing for her. I suppose it is not such a bad time, though I do desire to have my freedom back.
I have not heard from you for some time. I wonder where you are by now. I will make several copies of this letter and send them to all the places I imagine you could be staying. I worry for your safety while on your journey. I know, I worry too much. But you are my dearest friend, so I have right to worry.
How is Huinlas? Is he still with you? Have you heard of my father? I know that I do ask many questions, but what else am I supposed to do? I am practically locked here in the House of Healing, and have neither ability nor permission to leave. It is stifling here; I am not even allowed to walk to the porch.
Mother is contemplating selling that absurd horse of Eldarion's, for she fears that Tindomiel will do nothing now but spook other horses. Poor little Eldarion, he comes here every day now and cries on my lap, for he loves his horse so dearly. I can do nothing for him, for I cannot stand at all, much less leave the room. I do not know what I can do for him, for he hopes Father will come home and be able to persuade Mother not to sell Tindomiel.
You are a strange girl to think Huinlas would return with his father. I think that he does admire you; probably this is why he decided to stay. I imagine he is very helpful; elves know much of nature and are good guides.
How I wish to carry weapons! When I had my seventeenth year Father Elessar gave a sword which used to belong to him. He had carried before he received Andruil. I call it Angiel, Iron Star. Silwen, please note the 'g' is hard like in "angle."
I must end, for I want this to get to you while you are in Eregion. So here I end.
Namárië Arwing
PS You may tell Huinlas I greatly enjoyed his latest poem.
[PLEASE REVIEW! THANKS!]
IN THE HOUSE OF HEALING My Dear Silwen,
How do you fare since my last letter? I am hoping this finds you in good health. I unfortunately can not say life is going so well for me. Yesterday, while out on our afternoon ride my dear horse, Cemenril, was kicked by Eldarion's feisty horse, and stumbled into some rocks. We were riding farther than we usually ride because Eldarion desired to do so. Cemenril fell and I was tossed from him, landing roughly on the rocks. Thankfully Cemenril was not injured. Eldarion had a good scare watching me fly through the air, and also a good laugh. I, however, did not fare so well. I was able to walk home, but with great difficulty. I had a badly cut and sprained ankle. The past three weeks have been spent in the House of Healing. This is a great inconvenience, for I am unable to ride Cemenril and feel terribly useless. Eldarion has had to ask mother to take him riding, which is good for him and amusing for her. I suppose it is not such a bad time, though I do desire to have my freedom back.
I have not heard from you for some time. I wonder where you are by now. I will make several copies of this letter and send them to all the places I imagine you could be staying. I worry for your safety while on your journey. I know, I worry too much. But you are my dearest friend, so I have right to worry.
How is Huinlas? Is he still with you? Have you heard of my father? I know that I do ask many questions, but what else am I supposed to do? I am practically locked here in the House of Healing, and have neither ability nor permission to leave. It is stifling here; I am not even allowed to walk to the porch.
Mother is contemplating selling that absurd horse of Eldarion's, for she fears that Tindomiel will do nothing now but spook other horses. Poor little Eldarion, he comes here every day now and cries on my lap, for he loves his horse so dearly. I can do nothing for him, for I cannot stand at all, much less leave the room. I do not know what I can do for him, for he hopes Father will come home and be able to persuade Mother not to sell Tindomiel.
You are a strange girl to think Huinlas would return with his father. I think that he does admire you; probably this is why he decided to stay. I imagine he is very helpful; elves know much of nature and are good guides.
How I wish to carry weapons! When I had my seventeenth year Father Elessar gave a sword which used to belong to him. He had carried before he received Andruil. I call it Angiel, Iron Star. Silwen, please note the 'g' is hard like in "angle."
I must end, for I want this to get to you while you are in Eregion. So here I end.
Namárië Arwing
PS You may tell Huinlas I greatly enjoyed his latest poem.
[PLEASE REVIEW! THANKS!]