Dernwynn

Hookworth, Bree-Land, 24th June

Dear Ravondir

This is of course no letter, and you will not read it. But I find that if I set pen to paper as though to write a diary then no words come; if I think that I am speaking to you, then all pours forth upon the page. I wish that I could unburden myself to you, as I always used in the past; but I know that you would despise me for the things I have done. This letter will not be sent, but will sit in my chest beside the others that I have written to you.

Hello there old friend, thought it was about time I gave you a nod once more. Should not keep you waiting as long as I have in the past. You deserve better than that.

Dear Ravondir

Hookworth Village, May 13

Dear Ravondir

I do not know why I write to you, as I am sure that no post will pass the mountains, and the letters I have already written to Ada and Nana will not have reached them. But I need to write down some of what has happened to me; in truth, I would not wish you to read much of this, as I know you will think I bring shame on the family. Nevertheless, I will set it down, and decide later what to do with it.