A VOICE IN THE NIGHT
Dear Arwing,
How lovely! The mail has come today. I have received a letter from you and several from Mother and those at home.
Théodwyn drew me a picture of something, I'm not quite sure what. Anyway, it was quite thoughtful, don't you think?
Mother writes that they are back home in Ithilien now and all goes well. I long to be back home, though I am having rather a nice time here.
Barahir, it seems, has had a nice stay in Dol Amroth. He met a pretty girl who Mother hints he may possibly marry. Imagine that! My brother married. How absurd!
How exciting that your mother is expecting a baby! I'm thrilled for you!
I thought it would be quite dull here after Huinlas left, but things have been far otherwise.
The first few nights I could hardly sleep for a lack of his singing, which I have heard now for so many years at the twilight. There are no elves here, and it was quite desolate of song. That is, for a while.
One night I heard a voice, singing softly, slowly an old elven melody. I couldn't imagine who it could be. I wondered at first if Huinlas had returned early, but no it was not his voice.
I wandered around the house, listening and wondering. All was lit by the stars; the constellations are beautiful here. I went outside the side door and stared into the night. A peace seemed to reign on everything, as if all nature was listening to the voice.
I walked around the house, to the lakeside. There, on the dock, standing and singing softly in a deep voice, was you will never believe who, your father!
I remember now tales that he grew up among elves, but it never occurred to me that he could sing like one of them. Such a voice he has, Arwing!
Well, I could write more, for I have much to tell, but the man delivering the mail is in a hurry to be off again, so I must close.
You will hear from me soon, I hope!
~Silwen
PS The trees are turning lovely colors! Bright, red, yellow, and orange. It is such a sight!
Dear Arwing,
How lovely! The mail has come today. I have received a letter from you and several from Mother and those at home.
Théodwyn drew me a picture of something, I'm not quite sure what. Anyway, it was quite thoughtful, don't you think?
Mother writes that they are back home in Ithilien now and all goes well. I long to be back home, though I am having rather a nice time here.
Barahir, it seems, has had a nice stay in Dol Amroth. He met a pretty girl who Mother hints he may possibly marry. Imagine that! My brother married. How absurd!
How exciting that your mother is expecting a baby! I'm thrilled for you!
I thought it would be quite dull here after Huinlas left, but things have been far otherwise.
The first few nights I could hardly sleep for a lack of his singing, which I have heard now for so many years at the twilight. There are no elves here, and it was quite desolate of song. That is, for a while.
One night I heard a voice, singing softly, slowly an old elven melody. I couldn't imagine who it could be. I wondered at first if Huinlas had returned early, but no it was not his voice.
I wandered around the house, listening and wondering. All was lit by the stars; the constellations are beautiful here. I went outside the side door and stared into the night. A peace seemed to reign on everything, as if all nature was listening to the voice.
I walked around the house, to the lakeside. There, on the dock, standing and singing softly in a deep voice, was you will never believe who, your father!
I remember now tales that he grew up among elves, but it never occurred to me that he could sing like one of them. Such a voice he has, Arwing!
Well, I could write more, for I have much to tell, but the man delivering the mail is in a hurry to be off again, so I must close.
You will hear from me soon, I hope!
~Silwen
PS The trees are turning lovely colors! Bright, red, yellow, and orange. It is such a sight!