Dear Loor Túrindriel Elithen,
One hears many a rumour when he is on his travels, interesting enough when the topic is of you, and how your sudden alliances have shifted.
I remember that I gave you a ring before you departed Lórien for the first time, to begin your adventures to the eastern lands, Eriador to be exact. I gave you a family heirloom, one that was dear to me. I would like it back, you have betrayed your friends, Lords and family.
The Peoples of Bree will be short of nothing when it comes to their minds, and when they come to learn that you mean to betray them, in due time. I, your old, departed friend, will put in my best effort to prevent any harm that may come to these people.
When the sun sets, and the moon's darkness draws forth, be aware that not only the forces of Isengard and Mordor will come out, loyal companions of mine and I myself shall too.
It saddens me to write to you in such a manor, but you have left me no choice.
Voldomir ó Lothlórien.
