A/N: Please forgive me if Elphaba sounds totally out of character. I am beginning to think that letters by Elphie are a bad idea, because there are limited scenarios in letters. Still, I have a good idea for this story, so I'll finish this one and maybe start a new (and more descriptive) Wicked fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Wicked. Since I forgot to say this last time, I'll say it again. I do not own anything related to Wicked. Happy?

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

Daintily, Glinda lifted the letter out of the pile and brought it near the candle by her bed. Squinting to see the words (for her eyesight was getting much worse as she aged), she took a deep breath and read the letter begun to her ten years before.

10 October, 3038 Ozian date.

A small and unknown cave in the Lesser Kells

Miss Glinda of the Arduennas,

I am not exactly sure why I am writing this. As you know, blabbing like an insipid schoolgirl has never been my style. Although, (take no offense, Glinda, as I am sure you have realized this) you probably are more accomplished at blabbing than I, as you were quite the debutante at Shiz. Well, before Doctor Dillamond's death, anyhow.

I suppose I should tell you what happened from the beginning, when I left you, but I think I'll save that for another letter. I'll tell you what's happening now. Do you know what the wonderful thing is, Glinda? No one will ever read this! I can say whatever I like, without worrying whose hands this letter will fall into. That's a luxury I haven't enjoyed since- since never, actually.

To tell you about the present, I will describe our (Fiyero's and mine) new home. The Lesser Kells are smaller, but rockier than the Great Kells. Our "house" is slightly underground, blocked by a few large boulders. To get in, you must slip behind the boulders into a big crack that opens into our "doorway." You descend a foot down and there you are, in our humble settlement. It is maybe fifty feet by twenty feet. Fiyero says it's cozy, but I think it's claustrophobic. There is barely any light, just a small ray that comes in from the crack between the boulders and us, and a few candles that we found in Kiamo Ko.

My poor Glinda, I'm sure if you could read this you would be confused out of your mind. I will explain more in my next letters, but I must close now. Fiyero wants to go outside for something or another, so I'd better go talk him out of it.

As always,

Elphaba

Glinda shivered. Elphie was right, from reading this she understood nothing. Most likely, Glinda reasoned, that was what Elphie intended. But any contact with her dear friend was better than none, so Glinda progressed to the next letter.

16 October, Ozian date.

Same place as last time.

Dear Glinda,

We've been at our fortress for a week now. So far, I haven't gone outside. Yero (Fiyero) thinks I'm turning pale but really I don't think I've ever been a fixed shade of green.

Oh, I forgot, I'm not supposed to refer to this cave as a "fortress" anymore. Fiyero says that we are done with conspirasies and wars. Apparently, we are going to enjoy what's left of our lives. The man doesn't know how much I would love to live in peace. But I can't. Not while I'm so hated.

Enough of that, however. Glinda, did you hear the good news? Even we heard it in this barren wasteland. A shopkeeper told Yero while he was buying some supplies. The Wizard is gone! Not dead, mind you, but gone. I still wish I could have killed him myself, but at least all of my efforts haven't come to naught.

I am delirious with happiness. (Do you remember you called me "Miss Elphaba the Delirious" once? That thought just came to me.) Finally, FINALLY, things are looking up.

As always,

Elphaba

Ah, yes, I do remember the day when the Wizard left Oz, Glinda reminisced. And I do remember calling Elphie "Miss Elphaba the Delirious." She smiled. It was one of the first things I said to her.

"Elphaba the Delirious," Glinda pondered aloud. "Elphie liked it even then. I remember her saying so."

Glinda put aside the letters and snuffed out the candles. She wasn't sure how many more memories she could take in one night. Flopping back onto the bed, Glinda floated into a troubled and distorted sleep.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!! :: puppy dog face :: This is not a great chapter, I know. Hopefully they will be getting longer and better. Now, press the pretty review button. Come on, you know you wanna!