Mother,
What a fantastic last few months this has been! Strange, intense, and in some instances quite terrifying, but all together fantastic!
After we left Bag End, assuming that Master Baggins had refused to be our Burglar, we were all a little surprised to see him running up to us not a few hours later that morning, contract in hand. I must say, I didn't think he'd have it in him. He may yet prove himself- Thorin doesn't believe this, but I did make ten extra coins on the bet that he would, after all, show up.
The next month we spent traversing the plains and hills leading to the Misty Mountains. I never knew there could be this much green in the world! I just remember sitting on the pony at marveling at the miles and miles of open land. I don't know why you didn't let us go earlier!
Now, word may have come to Ered Luin of our adventure already, but I want you to disregard what has been reported. Because under no circumstances at all, were we taken captive and almost eaten by trolls. Also, we were not chased by orcs on wargs for a good five or six miles, nor did I get the chance to shoot anything whatsoever. If anyone tells you differently, don't believe them, they are lying.
Tonight we are staying at Rivendell, home to the elves. (Hence why I'm writing you and not Fíli, who is sitting in the corner frowning with Uncle) You know, I don't really know why we're supposed to hate elves. Don't misunderstand, they are in fact, quite ugly and annoy me to no end, but that description also isn't too far from Dori, and I don't necessarily hate him.
No matter, I will let Fíli and Uncle stay grumpy. I'm too busy laughing at Bombur, who just broke the table he was sitting on, I didn't believe the rumors about him, but he is, in all actuality, the size of a small dwarfish town!
How is it back home? I am not homesick, but I do in fact miss my dear mother, it feels like we've been gone for ages. I doubt that you will be able to ever write us back, as Thorin just announced we're leaving at sunrise and will probably continue to move. I will write you when we reach Erebor, alright? Then you can send back word!
Love,
Kíli