{NOTE: The following is a letter addressed to Lancogard North-took of the Shire, delivered to him by direct eagle-post (which he keeps pressed in his Life-book)}
Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon
8 Coirë in the Reckoning of Imladris (being the Eighth day of Solmath in the Shire-reckoning)
Seregrían Lady of Bar-en-Acharn to her dear friend Lancogard North-took of the Shire, greeting: may this letter find you as swift as the winter winds.
I write this, trusting that Sûlpadron will be able to locate you and deliver this in time, before you and Applecider get any ill-advised idea of making your way to Falathlorn. The weather has deteriorated here, with the entire valley of the Lhûn being snow-and ice-bound. The paths of both foot and horse are treacherous to say the least, and I have report from what few travelers have braved the elements that passage to and from the Shire is to be discouraged.
Indeed, the winds and cold are such that Sûlpadron needed an extra day to feed and rest before he would be ready to take wing once more. And I note that there are more clouds building over the western hills, heralding the coming of more snow or worse. Thus I send this to you with all the haste I can manage: do not attempt to make the journey to Torech Besruth until the storm spends its wrath and the roads are safer once more.
Do not think this is a dismissal, for I would dearly wish to entertain you and Applecider in my halls once more, for I have been lacking for company these later days, and the presence of your two good selves would make for a merry time. So we must endure these few days with patience, until we all meet again in the warmth of the salon.
Lance.
Manwe keep you, and may the winter fade soon.
