Zara

Dear Mother and Father,

Dear Mother and Father,

Life goes on much as usual. Whatever was ailing me seems to have passed. I attended the GDF and enjoyed it very much. I had no problems dancing this time either, to my great relief. Lina played a song about Ruff and someone else recited a clever poem they had written and it was a lovely evening. I was dancing when I heard someone calling my name. It was Jardic! Back from his adventures. Looking a little less plump and a little more brown than when he left, but still the same cheeky Lightfoot look in his eye.

Dear Mother and Father,

Now Jardic has gone, the house is so quiet. Rua is out a lot, he says he is getting ready for another trip to search for ores. I think he misses Jardic and the evenings drinking and telling stories by the fire. For myself, I sort of miss him, but not really. I mean, I don't miss the mess he made, for sure, but he is a very entertaining fellow, always singing songs and wanting to do things. I do hope he'll be alright on his adventure.

Dear Mother and Father,

Well, Jardic is finally on his way. He's been rather good all week, even helping with the dishes and I didn't find too many crumbs in his room. Rua kept telling me what a fine hobbitlad Jardic is and then winking at me. It was very disturbing.

Dear Mother and Father,