Father, It has been to long since my last letter, please forgive me. I have all but recently arrived in Lorien, the Golden Wood as it is aptly named.. surely there are few places like it left here in these realms.. My journeys through Moria seemed to grow ever darker, passing by and through great halls once proud, now infested with evil and creatures that have no name..
To reach Lorien I passed by the remanants that appeared to show a great struggle, a shattered bridge and tales of Durin's bane.. I can only hope that battle faired well for our allies. As grand and as powerful as Lorien and it's lady are the Orc's persist in their assualt, I hope can only hope it will be in vain. Thus far they have not profited from their ventures, the warriors of Lothlorien are brave and highly skilled.. their bows and draw are surely the talk of legend.
I have spent many weeks there aiding them where I could, such a place should not be defiled by evil, it is a sanctuary like Imladris, a pure beacon of hope in these darks times. I have had the privilage of briefly meeting the Lady of the wood truely she is an Eldar of grace and power. Nevertheless I will have to press on to Mirkwood where the battle now rages, I will fondly remember my time here in Lothlorien.
Father, matters of the heart have arisen again, a dear friend who is closer to me than I expected and yet, it is something I want perhaps even need.. I will be wise.. but I am drawn to her. I should like your council soon on this. Alas I must go now, matters are pressing here. Earinlin
