LAST LETTER FROM EVENDIM
Dear Arwing,
My mother gone from Ithilien to Minas Tirith? Are you out of your mind? How absurd! Are you in earnest?
Fancy that you should hear from Huinlas before we do! Impressive.
You asked about the meaning of his poem. I don't know. It was very lovely, somewhat haunting. It made a chill run up and down my back.
Oh, but Arwing, I accidentally left your letter on the mantle by the fire (how careless, I know.). I found your father reading it! Would you believe it? He took the paper that had the poem away, so now I cannot even read it. And the strangest thing of all is that I cannot remember a single word of it, though I read it several times. I find this very odd indeed.
We have begun preparations for traveling south. It seems King Elessar has sudden need to be home.
We are to leave soon, perhaps tomorrow afternoon. We have been here since three weeks past Midsummer, and now the snow of early winter is blanketing the land. It will be so good to be home.
King Elessar says we will be traveling by the quickest route. We are taking the Greenway south to the Gap of Rohan, and then into Gondor. At least, this is my understanding of our path, which is little, for maps do not make sense to me. Boromir understands better than I do; reads them with skill. We have not set out earlier because Father was wary of the journey, especially if we embarked without a guide. But King Elessar knows this path well. We should have few difficulties along the way.
I hear hoofbeats! Let me go see...
~Later~
Arwing, oh Arwing! Huinlas has returned!
Oh Arwing! He is so...changed. I feel I do not know him, that I have never known him.
There is such conversation below, much needs be discussed before tomorrow. Especially now that Huinlas has returned. I desire to go down and listen and observe.
Perhaps I will write again soon. We will not be long on the road, if possible. The king wishes to move with all haste.
Mellonlín,
~Silwen
PS Please forgive my scribbling hand and poor writing. I am just in such a flutter!
Dear Arwing,
My mother gone from Ithilien to Minas Tirith? Are you out of your mind? How absurd! Are you in earnest?
Fancy that you should hear from Huinlas before we do! Impressive.
You asked about the meaning of his poem. I don't know. It was very lovely, somewhat haunting. It made a chill run up and down my back.
Oh, but Arwing, I accidentally left your letter on the mantle by the fire (how careless, I know.). I found your father reading it! Would you believe it? He took the paper that had the poem away, so now I cannot even read it. And the strangest thing of all is that I cannot remember a single word of it, though I read it several times. I find this very odd indeed.
We have begun preparations for traveling south. It seems King Elessar has sudden need to be home.
We are to leave soon, perhaps tomorrow afternoon. We have been here since three weeks past Midsummer, and now the snow of early winter is blanketing the land. It will be so good to be home.
King Elessar says we will be traveling by the quickest route. We are taking the Greenway south to the Gap of Rohan, and then into Gondor. At least, this is my understanding of our path, which is little, for maps do not make sense to me. Boromir understands better than I do; reads them with skill. We have not set out earlier because Father was wary of the journey, especially if we embarked without a guide. But King Elessar knows this path well. We should have few difficulties along the way.
I hear hoofbeats! Let me go see...
~Later~
Arwing, oh Arwing! Huinlas has returned!
Oh Arwing! He is so...changed. I feel I do not know him, that I have never known him.
There is such conversation below, much needs be discussed before tomorrow. Especially now that Huinlas has returned. I desire to go down and listen and observe.
Perhaps I will write again soon. We will not be long on the road, if possible. The king wishes to move with all haste.
Mellonlín,
~Silwen
PS Please forgive my scribbling hand and poor writing. I am just in such a flutter!