Afterwards Radawen fell asleep like a baby. Delioron lied on the bed next to her for a long time, watching her, tracing the soft curves of her face and body with his pewter gray eyes. When he finally left to return to his own room it was already late in the afternoon.

There once was a Dwarf who would fret

Thinking cats all held ill intent

He jumped at the purr

And fled from the fur

But the kitty just wanted a pet

It had been another evening in the company of the physician, after her work in the garden. She had found it difficult to extract from herself her reasons for staying, long after her work had finished. It was becoming something of a companionable habit for her. She felt some guilt on the matter, and had told him so, but she could not express why, to him, or even to herself.

She heard Claywick burst through the front door of the orphanage. 

“Cally! Are you here!? We’ve found him!” His excited voice boomed up the stairs to the boys’ bunk room, where Calandra was changing bedding. 

The letter is written in neat handwriting. Some of the full stops are smudged, as if the writer had paused to think and never removed the pen from the spot, messing the drying ink in the process. This seems to be the eighth of a series of letters to Rohan.

My dearest,

          The Household of Bar-en-Acharn had not held council for over a month, given both the inclement weather and the far-flung errantries they had undertaken.  Now, however, this particular afternoon saw members of the Household gathered together, sharing a meal in the Grand Hall of Torech Besruth.  Seated around the red table, they indulged in an ample feast of venison and assorted cheeses and breads.