April 13, 2942 T.A.
Today I entered the service of the Turgon, the steward of Gondor! I have decided to put away my bow and my weapons for a while, and become a Healer. I have not written to you for several moons, but it is because nothing overly important happened. I spent this time wandering through Fangorn and tracing my way to the White City. I have missed you every day, my love, but I am hoping to find purpose and direction in my work in Minas Tirith's Houses of Healing.
I am to be trained in the Gondorian art of healing, but I hope I will be allowed to bring my own previous knowledge to share with the Healers as well. Elvish medicine is much different from that of Men, and I am sure that we will have much to learn from each other.
One thing, however, continues to haunt me: no matter how many I save, I will never be able to save you.
Wish you were here
Tauriel.