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Dear Elrond,
Galadriel says she didn't send the elven archers. Oh, and I think Eowyn is hitting on me.
Aragorn II Elessar
Dear Aragorn,
Arwen says that she is more than happy to ride out to Rohan armed with a frying pan, but I stopped her.
Perhaps Thranduil sent them?
Cordially,
Elrond Peredhril
Dear Ada,
Thank you for sending your elven archers to Helm's Deep. They were very helpful.
Pippin and Gandalf have just left for Minas Tirith, after Pippin stupidly tried to steal the Palantir. Gimli insisted that we play some sort of drinking game, which he then lost.
Your loving son,
Legolas
Dear Legolas,
I did not send my army to Helm's Deep.
It is unsurprising that you drank Gimli under the table; dwarves are notorious lightweights.
All is well in Mirkwood, except that the spiders have broken in again. Quite a lot of them, this time.
Forgive me, I must go. There really are a lot of spiders…
Your loving father,
Thranduil
Dear Aragorn,
The beacons! The beacons of Minas Tirith are lit! Gondor calls for aid!
Gandalf
Dear Gandalf,
And luckily for you, Rohan will answer. We're riding out shortly with the Rohirrim.
Aragorn II Elessar
Dear Théoden King,
Where exactly are your Rohirrim camped? I'm planning on making a surprise visit to scare my foster son.
Oh, and give him the reforged sword of Elendil, seeing as it's his rightful inheritance and all that jazz.
Elrond Halfelven, Lord of Imladris
Dear Elrond,
We are camped just outside that big haunted mountain. You know, the one where the Army of the Dead live?
Théoden King
Dear Ada,
I have just agreed to go with Aragorn into a big haunted mountain – you know, the one where the Army of the Dead live. In retrospect, this may have been a bad idea. The horses are restless.
Your loving son,
Legolas