Dearest Sue,
A year has passed since my last letter to you. And had I not gone to Archet tonight, this letter might be as confident as the last one, but it is not, nor a happy one.
Finally I have gathered all my strength and went to Archet this year. I was sure there would be many many others who have lost their parents or siblings like me during the terrible events. And at first, I was really happy to listen to the lovely music there. But then, more and more folks were drunk and started burping and making comments I did not like at all. It was hard enough to look at so many happy faces, so many funny competitions - although I think a drunken backwards running competition is hardly the thing I would have chosen to honour the dead and encourage people to rebuild the town. But the disrespectfulness some folk were showing really hurt my heart. An Archet soldier was sitting there behind the crowd, almost crying, and I would have liked to sit next to him and cry together with him. But I thought better of it and fled the place.
So, now I feel like leaving Bree-land for a while, and if I would be welcome with you in Rivendell again, that would be where I would love to spend the cold winter. Please let me know as soon as you can if that is fine with you.
Your friend, always
Malyn
PS: Hope you could read everything, sorry for the spots I made. I could not hold back my angry tears.
Looking at the Archet gate, pondering whether to go or not
Staring in disbelief at the merriment in Archet
