Good master Willow, I am told a lady by the name of Hereniel is in your employ. I beg your pardon and ask you to give this letter to her, for I have no other adress by which to write to her.
*what comes next is a part of a letter sealed by wax and intended for one lady Hereniel*
Dear Hereniel, several weeks passed since I last spoke to you. Things have been...preoccupying here. Something happened that caught all of my attention, even from writing to you. I am well, though troubled and soon coming back to Bree with all haste. I cannot tell you much of my reasons, not like this. We will talk more once I return. Perhaps, you will then understand what is keeping me in this cold, summer-forsaken land, as it must seem to you.
I must go, prepare for my journey back. Expect my coming ere a week is past and do not be troubled or confused. All is well and you will see me again soon enough.
With love and beneath stars' gaze,
Araenion
