Sir,
You do not know me, but I met your wife Rainith in Duillond, and I could not be anything but troubled to hear the lady speak of your present difficulty, which the whole House is full of talk of, and the poor lady is near rattled out of her wits from worry. She desired that I write you, and give my opinion, and I promised I would, for I have concerned myself thoroughly in this matter.
Upon hearing the whole business, I find the Princess Rildheldiel certainly to blame, and she should bear the brunt of whatever punishment is decided. But as this maiden is the daughter of Lord Galahadlas, mighty lord of the Order of the Hammer, and seems to be a favorite of the Lord Veryacano, and even the Lord Daegond is fond of her: indeed, the princess refers to that dread lord as her pet! - it may be difficult to plead your innocence, knowing these connections and influence.
I must admit that she is very handsome, and she is regarded as one of the best dancers in Imladris. She has danced for me, and does it with such delightful grace and skill, and I have never seen a lighter nor daintier pair of feet in all my life - but that is neither here nor there. I hope you will forgive my liberty when I tell you that you should be closer with your trade, and not so eager to trust disingenuous elf-maidens, no matter how persuasive they are when they giggle and smirk, or how enchanting they become when coiling themselves around a body during the dance.
Some might say that your neglect in trusting this girl is not to be pardoned, but very wrongfully and disgracefully has the lady Rildheldiel acted, and, as I told your wife, to cry shame upon you for your part is as to blame the knifemaker for a stabbing. Lady Rildheldiel must justify her act and explain herself before the House. And you must seek out the wronged lady, the bald one, and you must beg apology, and fashion a wig for her of the latest style which no lady could resist, and if she is no longer vexed, then there is no fault on your side.
Be of good cheer, Galdorion - we elves of the Greenwood must look to each other. I have a golden-haired brother of my own whom I miss exceeding, and I shall be pleased to have a friendship in you, and hope that one day we shall meet during happier times,
Parnard Teludarion
