Dearest Family,
Fangorn has offered me solace on this, only the 2nd night of my Journey. I had anticipated sleeping in the wilderland between the sweet Nimrodel and the distant Limlight, however, my fears would not allow my feet to tarry, and I hurried on through the moonlit night into the Forest. I write to you in a high branch of a lovely oak, who has kindly allowed me respite for the night. Never have I been so frightened. My heart still pounds in my chest from my flight.
I have naught to tell of my journey, as it has been too short, but I write to you also as a means of comfort. The branch that fell at my feat upon leaving the Golden Wood I have kept, and I shall keep it well, but knowing that these words shall be seen by your eyes calms my fright.
I spoke a bit to the kindly tree I am sleeping in, and it has confirmed what you have said, Mother, that Ents still roam this old forest. I am eager to see them and speak with them.
The Limlight is distant, but the night is still enough that I can hear its waters. I shall close my eyes and pretend the Nimrodel rushes beyond my flet. Perhaps tomorrow I shall try Brother's hammock. As for you, Brother, I know you were keeping watch over me last night. I hope the Captains did not punish you too hard for your abandonment of your duty.
A kindly swallow has offered to take this letter North as part of its migration. Please treat it well upon arrival; I dare not spare waybread so soon on my Journey.
The rhythm of my chest not twenty minutes ago was of rushed panic, and now is of longing and love. I hope this has been the worst my Journey shall offer, yet I fear it shall not be.
Ever yours,
Cesistya
