Dearest Ealhwyn,
How are you? How are your children and husband. I have settled well in Bree-land. I haven't found a plot of land to work, however I have taken up more or less permanent residence at this lovely roadside Inn called the Hammer and Harp. I often bounce between there, the Prancing Pony Inn and a small Hunter's lodge in a place called Far Chetwood.
I have made many friends here, most notably of such, an elf by the name of Galtharian. An elf, yes. He has quickly become my closest friend. Only one I hold closer would be Idhrandir. I think I have fallen in love.
Idh brings me more joy than I can ever convey to you in writing. I cannot even begin to verbalize how I feel.
I must ask some serious questions:
Did you know of mother's Dunlending heritage? Do you know if there are any family documents you could sieze that would have any information about her or her side of the family? There have been a series of strange happenings. If you could find any information at all about her side of the family, I would very much love it if you could send them my way.
In short: I keep seeing a white stag in my dreams and waking life. I am starting to get visions randomly as well. It's distressing me, I won't deny it. I swear sometimes I hear voices that are not there. I need answers, it is driving me mad. These visions got more intense when I picked up the spindle Mama gave me before I left. I am spinning and attempting to weave a tapestry in her honour.
I eagerly await to hear from you again!
With much love and regards, Egfor.
