maurr

His youngest son child to Bóurr Bíldul of Erebor greeting.

I write again from Thorin’s Hall, though I hoped that by now it would be from Bree-land. Yet our plans keep churning about, such that it seems I may never plant my feet solidly upon them. If I am yet in mountain when the decoration for the Solstice has begun I am like to actually weep, though thankfully I do not believe that will come to pass.

Been a while where I weren't goin' so often to the Pony on account there was supper waitin' for me back home, now Lumina lives there with me, but she been away a little while now doin' some business of her own -- not sure what, maybe her healer work. So I'm back to having supper at the Pony most nights, and sometimes lunch too, and so I been seein' other folk, which has been nice.

[A letter written—or at least begun—in a bold and elegant, upright hand.]

Maurr to Bóurr his father greeting.

It is said by some that until the dead is laid under stone and Mahal issues the call to Mandos, the soul sleeps in the body, listening, waiting.

The Halls of Mandos

Aging rapidly, Yurri had been invited by Miss Kithri to spend his final days in her home, of dwarven make, just a stone's throw away from the hall of Thorin. She took good care of him, and many of his kin did come to give him company. Still, as the days and weeks passed them all by, Yurri's condition steadily worsened. Now, it was time for him to bid farewell to Middle-Earth.

His youngest child to Bóurr son of Bíld of Erebor greeting.

Bíld son of Bóurr to Maddoct son of Haddoct, warm and affectionate greeting.