In the sealed envelope, a letter written in Khuzdul by a familiar, elegant hand, is found
Hrold, The Prancing Pony, Bree
Rivendell, 3018
My dear friend
For dawn and dusk we have not met, yet I hold you no less in regard.
I understand you have been much held up in Bree, which is where I will adress this letter, nay note, hoping that it may reach you.
The winter we now see in retreat has been extraordinary cold and trying, yet spring is, as ever, on its way, sending ice and snow on return. The High Pass that was once closed, may soon again be open, and I intend to lead an entourage eastwards, to Erebor and Dalelands.
Thus I seek those who I know I can trust, and who may profit from my plans.
This is an offer and an opportunity, which you may judge yourself.
Should you chose to partake, I will be much honoured, yet you will stand no worse in my regard, should you not.
Until I can inform you more closely, I remain
Your humble servant
