"A lady walks gracefully, A lady does not scream or shout, she is patient and waits for the appropriate time to act." These words resounded in her mind as she awoke at dawn. Was she still the Lady that Rohan molded her to be? Did she ever meet such a standard? Those words in her mind once came from the lips of her own Mother. While Shield-Maidens were not necessarily forbidden in the land of her ancestors a Highborn's daughter was expected to embrace a specific type of femineity.

This letter is written in Sindarin, with a rather messy hand trying to be neat. At some points, the page is splotched with dried tears.

Naneth,

Imladris, after the return of the Windswept from Angmar

“I would like you and Brona to spend this summer with my cousin in Belfalas,” Paega announced. 

Hild looked over at him, seated the other side of the fire from herself, part in shadow, part illuminated by the flames and the candle close by. She laughed. 

Hearrd, the assistant smith, entered the forge to find Ethel already at work on removing a dent from a helmet nose piece. Her expression was one of intense concentration, her eyes were narrowed and focused, her hand raising and lowering her hammer to an already practiced rhythm. She was doing very well.

The final story in the short trilogy. Directly follows A Letter In the Library: Part the Second.

This story directly follows Letter in the Library: Part The First.

In Imladris, the previous autumn.