{ NOTE: The following is a letter addressed to Lancogard North-took of the Shire, delivered to him by way of a raptor-bird bearing this parcel (which he keeps pressed in his Life-book) }
Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon
30 Hrívë in the Reckoning of Imladris (being the 30th day of December in the Shire-reckoning)
Seregrían of Torech Besruth and Lady of Bar-en-Acharn to the esteemed Lancogard North-took of the Shire, greeting: may the stars in their courses smile upon the Shire.
At the risk of reminding you of an event you surely recall, that being the first day we met, I stated that "no matter how far I travel, now I know there is one in this whole Shire who sweetly calls me Bainiel." I can now say with absolute certainty that there is no other in the Shire - indeed, now no other in all the world - who hails me by that name. I also say that there in no one else with the right to use that title.
If you also recall, I declared myself to you by that name in jest; not in mockery or belittling you, but because you yourself named me thus, and it pleases me to think on it, and still does to this day. And now I see that you have taken ownership of that name and use it as a mark of esteem towards me. Little halfling, who has shown me so much honor, your slight stature belies the great height and depth of your sincerity and honesty and for that, I thank you most sweetly.
While Halfling lore is an obscure branch of knowledge, pursued only be a select few, I think it is time to avail myself of all sources open to me, both living and written, to consider the value and virtue of the lore of your kin. I should hope to have the opportunity to discuss the fundamentals of the Shire-histories with you, inasmuch as you are able to recount to me.
What I am proposing in brief is, I invite you to return to Torech Besruth upon completion of whatever duties you must discharge, so that we might begin a valuable conversation which may enrich us both. Or, if circumstances permit, I would also consider visiting you at your home (or burrow, did you call it?) and being your guest once more, especially in light of the Yuletide; it would be an interesting opportunity to observe and learn more about your neighbors and friends. I leave it to your discretion as to which course to pursue.
I am sincerely grateful and touched by the outpouring of support from members of our House toward me during my current hardship. But none have been so touching to me as your letter and your esteem. Your application of "hobbit-sense" and simple practicality is refreshing and direct; I see that this has value, and it is not lost on me. Be assured, I am about to take your advice to heart.
My trusted eagle, Sûlpadron (in your tongue, 'Windwalker') shall deliver this message to you as rapidly as the winds will carry him. I have made him available to you, should you wish to render a reply to this letter. All you need is to make sure he is fed (he delights in fish), and when you wish to send a message, simply declare to him where your letter is to be sent, and say "Gwilo!" ( the Elvish command to 'Fly!'), and he will be on his way.
I say to you with all the sincerity I possess: Lance.
Manwë keep you under the One, and send to you bounty in this festive season.
