Elamplas

Gwenbur is sat on the bed at home in Falathlorn, a single candle illuminating the area.

I have not written in such a long time. I have not had the desire to, I have also been very busy indeed. I spent time in my beloved's homeland, aiding The Malledhrim in their battle against the foul creatures that infest the place. Such sorrow I felt upon landing on the shores of Mirkwood, not only for the people there, but for my husband. This was the place he fell. This was the place where my true love was taken from me. My heart sank. I thought I was going to break down.

It has been such a long time since I last written. I have been preoccupied with Defenders business as of late. I was involved in a battle at Gondamon in Ered Luin, many were injured including myself. I was lucky enough to be pulled out of the fray by Zelderan just in time. I had been poisoned by a spider bite and could not walk on my right leg. I am alright now, yet I still have the scar of the bite on my arm.

Gwenbur glances at her arm at the scar, she winces. She dips her quill and continues writing.