Seregrian

From Applecider Bolingbroke to Dep.-Shirriff Lancogard North-Took ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Bounders: May their cheese soufflés always rise perfectly.

Lance: 

I has the Answer. 

Now, I can already see yer quill scrawlin’ over the paper to say did we have a Problem. But let’s be blunt:

Imladris

7 Quellë in the Reckoning of Imladris

(Being the Thirteenth day of October in the Shire-reckoning)

Greenlake Cottage, Pemberth in the Bree-land

47 Yávië in the Reckoning of Imladris

(Being the Eighteenth day of September in the Shire-reckoning)

10 – Red and silver

(this fragment of my story is dated approximately 1 year prior to current Bar-en-Acharn's doings and adventures)

 Being a letter from Applecider Bolingbroke, to Lancogard North-Took, Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing – Salutations, and all me respects to the honorable Bounders: May their paperwork forever be minimal.

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

2 Yávië in the Reckoning of Imladris

          I have been engaged in a line of research regarding Mortal customs relevant to weddings and marriages, and have recently come across a curiosity called the "honeymoon"... 

My first full day as wife to Cutch was - well, full.  Filled with light heart, laughter and, of course, love.  And not a few surprises.

I awaken, and let my mind drift up like a swimmer rising from deep waters.  The canopy over the bed fills my vision, until I turn my head and see Him, sleeping soundly next to me.  And I am fully awake with one thought...

...Herven nin.