This letter is a copy of the ones Theogorn sent to his mates in urgent time. The scrawls in red ink shows he was hasty. No doubt that Theogorn may have another spare yet in his jacket.
To those who are a part of the Red Company,
I do not have much time or ink to explain. Stop immediately with proceeding any event unless you think that great damage will be done. Travel to the west and cross the land of the people called hobbits. Meet me in Michel Delving at the 16 of Narquelië when the sun has his highest stand. There I will tell you. Hurry!
