To the Postmaster



My dear Isulril,

I hope I may call you that, as someone who has longed to be a friend to you for many years. I know that we have not always agreed on many--most--things, but I hope that you will set this aside for what I am about to tell you. Your father is ill. Indeed, he is doing very poorly now, and has requested your presence at his bedside. He has asked me to make such a missive, because he finds himself unable to do so, due to the nature of his ailment.

I hope you will forgive me for being frank, but I do not believe he has much longer to live, and it is my hope that you will be able to visit him before he leaves us, and put aside any grievance you may feel to him. Your brother and I will welcome you when you arrive.

Sincerely,

Garadis

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Dear Mr. Dimheim,

I regret to inform you that an illness in my family has come to pass, and I must leave my position for an uncertain amount of time. My father is ill, and I do not know if he will live or die, so I must prepare myself for the worst. Within a week's time I will be making my way to Dol Amroth for that purpose. I am writing you now, because I will need the time to prepare. Attached is a list of people whom you may find useful in doing the tasks I will no longer be able to do. All my best wishes for you and your good health.

Sincerely,

Isulril

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Dear Rue,

I hope that this missive finds you in good health. When next I see you, I will give you the key to my home, and trust that you will not pilfer important things. I have attached a list of instructions about how to care for the various plants. Please mind that they do not rot away during your time at my home. There is a guest bedroom you may make use of, and if you like, you may use the bathtub as often as you like. Best to you, and see you before my departure.

Sincerely,

Isulril

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Dear Cat,

I am afraid that I must make a departure from Bree. I am writing to inform you, because I do not know if I will see you before I leave, within about a week's time. My father is ill, and his wife wishes me to return to stand at his bedside. I do not know when I shall return, but I will certainly make an attempt to do so as soon as possible. Please make sure that Rue is all right while I am away. I hope the both of you will be well.

Sincerely,

Isulril

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Dear Sindaleth,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I am afraid I must make a departure from Bree for a time. Unfortunately, my father is rather ill, and his wife wishes me to be at his bedside. I will miss your company, and I hope that I will still be able to come along to your proposed trip. I hope you will keep in good health and so on in the meantime.

Sincerely,

Isulril

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Isulril wiped the tears away. They were not so much for her father and his unfortunate position, according to his wife, but rather for having to leave. Over the past year, she had come to learn so much about the various inhabitants of Bree, and about herself. She had no idea how long she would go, whom she would encounter on the way, and when she would return. For the first time in a good long time, Bree had become home to her, and she regretted leaving it.

She would miss the faces of her friends and acquaintances, would miss their strangeness, and her delight when she met them. Even the weather, which had been nothing compared to Dol Amroth, was starting to grow on her. She sighed, slipping the letters to the postmaster. 

"Make sure they are delivered carefully and quickly," she implored, then made for home. Yes, it was home, and she was loath to leave it.