Greetings,
I have been now in Bree for couple of days. People here are very suspicious - maybe it is why they look so tired. It must be exhausting to be careful to everyone. Though somewise I can understand them. There are strange strollers on the road nowadays and brigands are round every corner.
Yesterday I met one poor lady. Her spouse was seriously ill. She did not want to let me help but called me a witch and Southron. I was exceptionally strenuous for there is too much sorrow already in Eriador. At last she led me into her family's house. You know me. I suppose he will be alright.
I only wonder why did they call me Witch-lady. Well, it may be kind of magic, namely the music. In my view the notes have a lot greater power than the wisest words can ever have.
I will not come back to you, father. I like being on my own. Do not be sorrowful. The nature calls me!
Remember me,
Your daughter Carneleth, once called Morcairiel
