Dear Lieunoir,
I have heard of your leaving, and see this as a most fortunate event.
A fortunate event for both of us.
At first, having you out of my sight gives me the rest that I desired for so long. The disgrace you have put on me still haunts me to this very day. I despise you, yet am the only one who has the authority to tell you of this happening.
Which leads to the second event. The daughter of that librarian you cared for, Gwenwyn, the girl you loved. She died. I knew she’d die that day, she came to me. Her final request was to write you this letter. Could I stop her? Yes. Did I? No.
She was heartbroken, you left her without a word, you secretly snuck away under advice of Esnaldeth, the fool, to “save” yourself from your depressing roots and my “wicked clutches”. To hide away behind the back of that filthy daughter of his. You did this to her, you made her do this. You are evil, this is what I have tried to tell you all your life. But, did you listen? No, and now you suffer from your own doings. How'd she die? She jumped.
Have a magnificent life,
Amanoir Thorongial
It was a cold day. The sunlight was barred by the dark, thunder clouds floating above Bree-land. Lieunoir stood on a high cliff, in front of the Midgewater Marshes. He looked again to the letter. His body shaked. Nervously he tapped the fingers of his free hand against his leg.
“Gwenwyn, I am sorry. If my father speaks of truth, if you have died, and it was indeed my fault…” Lieunoir stopped talking, as a cold tear silently rolled over his cheek and landed on the paper. This tear, which was filled with great sadness, seemed to be the start of a rainfall. The ink faded, and within second was the letter unreadable. “Oh, Gwenwyn, my Gwenwyn…” he moaned silently. Tears and raindrops now mingled together.
“I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t.” Lieunoir raised his fist to the skies, his words of sadness turned to words of anger, “You have done this to me, father! You are the source of my life’s unending misery!” With these words he crumbled to the ground, crying over his beloved Gwenwyn, his dear Saeldith, and her father, his mother, who died on young age, the librarian who he had given his devotion. With hesitation he stood up on his feet again, and spread out his arms, “Goodbye, Saeldith. There is someone waiting for me. I shall tell her she is not alone, and give her my forgiveness.” And with this final promise, he jumped off the cliff. His body drowned in the marshes. His corpse waiting eventually to be found.
