Letter

(( This letter is tucked between pages of Lisbeths diary it is written with manly un orderly writing, and accompanied with few pages of documents))

Lisbeth dear, my wife,

(( Written on a neatly-cut piece of parchment, rolled around a thin shaft of birch-wood and held together with a leather cord, dyed red, knotted and woven down the length. ))

Dearest Mother, beloved Father, treasured Brother,

Dear sister,

My dear Lady Yrill,

I understand you are planning to take an Arrow patrol west into the Lone Lands and that you may come near to the old fortress at Weathertop. One hears many things while convalescing, I apologise if I am being presumptive.

((A letter delivered to Tirmegil, by a stranger looking for him around Bree))

Tirmegil,

An injured woman, we do not know her name, rode into our settlement earlier today, all she said was your name, that you are her husband, and that you reside in Bree. She has now sunk into a deep sleep, under the care of our healers. Please come to Ost Guruth, as she will need help going on to Bree

Frideric the Elder

To:

Mr. Brablo Boffin

Boffin's Burrow

6th Brookbank

My dearest Uilossiel,

Diary,

How is it possible to feel this way? To be elated yet so miserable? I feel as though I am walking on clouds as I drown.

September 25
Year 3018, Third Age of Man's Reckoning
Birdsfoot Jewellers
Little Delving, The Shire

This letter is a copy of the ones Theogorn sent to his mates in urgent time. The scrawls in red ink shows he was hasty. No doubt that Theogorn may have another spare yet in his jacket. 

To those who are a part of the Red Company,