Estarfin,
It has been a long time, my friend, and I am not all together sure if this letter will reach you still at Imladris, but I do not know where else to send it.
Firstly, I hope you are well. Moreover, I hope you are better. When we last met, you were in a darker place than I would have liked, and I am sorry I was not there to help pull you out. I like to think you found some solace in your love of crafting, or perhaps love of another kind? It is one of my chief upsets that I never asked you to craft anything for me. The likes of your smithying is now seldom seen in Middle Earth and whilst I carry some relics of the Noldorin with me, as I have always done, I do not own anything made by a friend - nay, a brother – for that is what you are to me. Is it not so still?
Indeed, the reason I write to you now is that of late, you have been at the forefront of my mind. You see, I have fallen in with the company of some Dwarves of the Ered Luin for a time, and they are of a skill far greater than I had first imagined. Even you would be impressed, could you stand their company! Two brothers in particular have been very hospitable. Frór and Frìr are their names and I have told them of your skill with the hammer yet they seem to doubt my tales!
I would make my heart glad to hear from you again, Estarfin, but that may be more than I can hope.
Take care, my brother.
Belegos.
