Tengwar script, written in an elegant yet heavy hand sprawls over a sheet of fine pale parchment, embossed along the top and bottom margins with what appear to be vines of roses. The stationary is expensive, yet used with little care to relay a scant response.
Landeg,
I have a confession to make. It is something that has been a weight on my shoulders, a heaviness in my breast since the moment of your leaving. I can no longer keep it in as I have.
Do you remember our first year together? We walked in the rain to your family’s home on borrowed time and waterlogged sandals. I teased you and called you cruel. You told me not to lie. I fear I have grown into a liar of abhorrent degree in your absence, Landeg, for there exists no one to keep my habits in check. I feel… guilty, yet I cannot stop myself. I cannot bar myself from these little deviations, for I am weaker still than I appear, with nothing solid to set me right, and straighten the curves of my meager power of will.
And yet this guilt weighs on me, threatening at every minute to burst free from its chamber within me and expose me for what I am: a liar, but one free of regret if not remorse.
I suppose even now I am stalling. This is my confession, my dearest Landrem:
I broke the chain on purpose.
And I stole one of your brooches four years ago. The swan-shaped one. I’m not sorry.
Ever yours,
Image made by Landrem's player with Måns Björkman's Eldamar font.
