Seregrian

 Dúath ná vanwa! (The Shadow is gone)

Dúney Free-Agent ‘Caradhâl’, to Halros, son of Radhruin ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Dúney Bounders: May their Green Hoods forever hold perfectly in place on their heads, even on windy days, or whilst galloping about on horses ~

(Honestly, boy, how do you get them to stay in place? Have you all got hairpins?)

My Sterling & Excellent Sir,

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

5 Tuilë in the Reckoning of Imladris

(Being a narrative derived from notes in Lancogard North-took’s Life-book)

From Applecider Bolingbroke, Pursuer of Plant-Lore, to Mister Cutch Crane, Torech Besruth Steward, an' Missie Seregrian, Well-Rounded: 

Greetin’s from Thorin’s Hall, latest stop in me caper for kingsfoil cultivation! 

From Dúney Free-Agent ‘Caradhâl’, to Halros, son of Radhruin, at his dwelling in the Glen at Hill-Over-Greenfields, Bullroarer’s Sward, Northway, Shire Bounds. ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Dúney Bounders: May the stars forever lights their steps, an’ shield their hidin’ places.

Dear Mister H, 

(Being a letter exchange between Falathlorn and Duillond)

Seregrían of Torech Besruth to her esteemed colleague Parfiolossë of Duillond, greeting:

From Applecider Bolingbroke to Missie Seregrían, Sanguineous Matron’ o’ House Bar-an’-Acorn, an’ Mister Cutch Crane, Culinarily Laudable Steward o’ Same. 

[Being a note left on the table in the front hall of House Bar-en-Acharn, leaning against an opulently dense chocolate custard pie.]

Hiya Luvs!