A letter, or perhaps a draft of a letter lay crunpled under a table of the Hammer and Harp Inn. It was written in a messy but careful scrawl, the writer unused to writing in the Common Tongue. A silver ring with a single ruby lay on top of it, several sheets of blank paper near it. It looked like the author left in a hurry and abandoned these items without realizing.
Idhrandir, my dearly beloved.
Words cannot express how much you mean to me, and how much I love you. Surely as a linguist you have some grasp of how many words there could be in this world. All of them fall short and do you no justice.
Do you believe in love at first sight? I did not till I met you. You took my breath and thoughts away, then they came back all at once, tenfold!
Your eyes, despite their gentle, calmness, hold an intelligent and keen look to them. They retain a sweet innocence even when filled with desire and want when we are alone.
Your hair, as black as night yet far more welcoming. It curls oh so softly around my fingers. I could play with it all day and night.
Your body nestles in perfectly against mine as we lay together, your pale unmarred skin a stark contrast to my tanned, weatherbeaten and scarred. You are almost elfen in nature, compared to me, my love.
Your whimsical laugh reminds me of a bubbling stream on a warm spring afternoon. The way you purse your lips and furrow your brow when I make a lewd remark makes me laugh and spurrs me on to continue to see that expression. Little do you know, you scrunch up your face like a rabbit!
You are such a learned and wise man, beyond your years. Poised and elegant, princely in nature. Whatever possessed you to love such a gnarled, dirty, foul wild man of the woods? I do not know, but I thank you. Each day I wake uo with you, I know will be a good day, and I rest easy falling asleep beside you.
Thank you for loving the unlovable and letting me love you in return.
I only have one desire going forward-
I wish to become old men with you at my side, little deer.
