It was early afternoon when Fiontann closed the door and leaned against it. His knees and hands were shaking and his breath was labored, he was pale and felt weak and scared at the same time. Scared that the company had made an irreversible mistake. One that they shouldn’t. He started to sweat.

Instant Happiness: relaxed, minimalistic, and uncomplicated hobbit clothes

It was after the great War of Wrath, after the defeat of the Lord of the Darkness, Morgth Bauglir, at great costs. The powerful of this world and the Valar had council and judgement, and much was forgiven for those who searched forgiveness and much hope was shattered for those who held dear The Oath. Bridges were build and bridges shattered. 

Do you think of me

When a drop of rain, like a lonely tear, falls?

I think of you

When in a storm, the rumbling thunder calls. 

Do you think of me

When you lie awake as your fears, you try to subdue?

I think of you;

This letter is written in a bit shaky hand, but the letters are still neat and relatively clear. It seems to be the third in a series of letters.

Finnvi was laying in wait when the rich man finally rounded the corner. She could hear the coins in his purse jingling and clinking together even from her seat on the roof, and wondered if they would feel as warm as the stone in her hand.