Dear Helvari,
I attended a market not so long ago in Ered Luin, I was able to sell a large number of ores from the family vault here and amass a fair few coin. I have sent some ahead of me with a waggon heading your way. I trust that it will help keep the estate well preserved. I look forward to seeing the library that Helfór spoke fondly regarding when I too was young.
I trust that you are all well. My troubling dreams continue, please keep an eye on Helfór - though I dare say he keeps his eye on you also!
I suspect that the shadowy figure I have seen nearby for years may in fact be an assassin of some description. I do not wish to alarm you, for I have too little evidence to back my claim, but I want you to know in case something should happen to me. No less, I will defend myself until the last breath has passed my lips.
Tomorrow I set forth again, this time determined to reach Imladris in good time.
Zihdal,
Anvari, Son of Helfór.
Translated by the scribes of Erebor upon payment by an elderly man presumed to be from Lake-town, during the reign of Dáin II, King Under the Mountain.
