Dear Mrs Brockhouse....



'Oh, Nob!' the tiny woman called, coming out into the hobbit-section corridors of the Pony. 'I's sorry, but I needs t' ask y' some'at.' At his dubious look, she gave a sheepish chuckle. 'Aye, bu' this won' disturb y' workin', I promises! I jus' needs t' know 'ow t' spell "Missus". I gotta write t' Mister Bogo's aunt, wha' took 'im in after 'is folks died, an', well, she be a big deal in the Brockenborin's. I reckons I prob'ly oughta put "The Righ' Honourable" on the envelope, even. Or would tha' be too much, even f' the likes of 'er?'

After a bit more discussion with Nob, including a renewal of her promise to give him the full story once she was rested and washed, and he had the time, Adri moved off to write her letter.


Dear Mrs. Brockhouse,

We found Mister Bogo, and we have removed him from the bandit camp. They weren't taking proper care of him, and he has a fever and isn't fit for a ride back to the Shire just yet. We have him in the care of the best healer we know in Bree, and in nice, warm lodging. Since we're here, and in response to the other comments you had made about Miss Attereeve, we figure on talking to her about things while Mister Bogo recovers enough to travel. In this way, since he can't travel yet anyway, we hope to get this all resolved sooner than we would with extra trips back and forth.

At your service,
Adriellyn


After sanding it and the envelope, and letting them dry enough, she sealed it all up for delivery, and out to find someone reliable going to the Shire, who could post it for her there.