Ebbephant,
Forgive me for not making the journey to Lothlorien alongside your beloved Nelnardis and your muinthel, Forostel. A strange encounter of mine in the Northern end of the Trollshaws has left me -
Faorie folds the paper semi neatly and slides it to the other end of her red table. She stands from her seat and searches through her bookcase for another piece of blank parchment. Sitting back down, she attempts another letter.
Ebbephant,







