I WRITE FROM MINAS TIRITH
Dear Arwing,
How good to hear my brother is improving! How I have missed my brother; how I haved worried!
But you know, dear, though I received your letter yesterday and was very encouraged by it, I have now seen Boromir for myself. I have seen his strength returning and been so happy to look into his eyes and know they see me.
We have arrived in Minas Tirith just this night. We went immediately to see Boromir, which is where Father still lingers, I believe. Mother was there, how good it is to see her again! It has been so long.
I have yet to see my other siblings, for the younger ones were already sleeping. Where Barahir was I cannot imagine, for Mother says he has been faithful to watch his brother each evening. Perhaps, was he with you?
How kind of you to sit up every night to watch Boromir. We are all very grateful.
I should like to see your dress. It sounds very lovely. Of course, though, I am more excited to see you. I doubt I shall sleep at all tonight for the excitement of being here finally and the anticipation of so many reunions and meetings. But then, I hardly slept while we traveled the long road from the Greyfold, so perhaps my weariness will overpower my flutteryness.
I look forward to meeting your brother. And your horse. I should have liked to show you mine, but I fear she is sorely lost now. But of all I might have lost that day my horse is nearly the least of my worries.
I will soon settle Boromir's mind once and for all that Huinlas has no intention of marrying me. It is strange that he should think so after our conversation, but perhaps is he not quite himself yet? You met him for the first time after he was wounded, so I suppose you cannot know. When I saw him he did not speak, but only smiled. Altered though it is, it was so good to see his face again.
It does seem strange to write you even though we will probably meet tomorrow. But I am so used to writing, I just thought I had to write. It has become habit. I quite enjoy writing you.
We are staying in the palace, but I am sure you already know that. My room is in the western wing, and I have the loveliest view of the mountains and the sunset.
Well, mellonlín, I must bid you good-night. Mother has come and says I must go to bed before I fall asleep writing. How I have missed my mother!
Silwen
Dear Arwing,
How good to hear my brother is improving! How I have missed my brother; how I haved worried!
But you know, dear, though I received your letter yesterday and was very encouraged by it, I have now seen Boromir for myself. I have seen his strength returning and been so happy to look into his eyes and know they see me.
We have arrived in Minas Tirith just this night. We went immediately to see Boromir, which is where Father still lingers, I believe. Mother was there, how good it is to see her again! It has been so long.
I have yet to see my other siblings, for the younger ones were already sleeping. Where Barahir was I cannot imagine, for Mother says he has been faithful to watch his brother each evening. Perhaps, was he with you?
How kind of you to sit up every night to watch Boromir. We are all very grateful.
I should like to see your dress. It sounds very lovely. Of course, though, I am more excited to see you. I doubt I shall sleep at all tonight for the excitement of being here finally and the anticipation of so many reunions and meetings. But then, I hardly slept while we traveled the long road from the Greyfold, so perhaps my weariness will overpower my flutteryness.
I look forward to meeting your brother. And your horse. I should have liked to show you mine, but I fear she is sorely lost now. But of all I might have lost that day my horse is nearly the least of my worries.
I will soon settle Boromir's mind once and for all that Huinlas has no intention of marrying me. It is strange that he should think so after our conversation, but perhaps is he not quite himself yet? You met him for the first time after he was wounded, so I suppose you cannot know. When I saw him he did not speak, but only smiled. Altered though it is, it was so good to see his face again.
It does seem strange to write you even though we will probably meet tomorrow. But I am so used to writing, I just thought I had to write. It has become habit. I quite enjoy writing you.
We are staying in the palace, but I am sure you already know that. My room is in the western wing, and I have the loveliest view of the mountains and the sunset.
Well, mellonlín, I must bid you good-night. Mother has come and says I must go to bed before I fall asleep writing. How I have missed my mother!
Silwen