The Letter

My Lady,

It is with the greatest of sorrow that I write of your daughter’s decision. Although she lives, a part of her has already departed for that which we all seek. Her heart, once given fully to me, now dwells in the West.

She requests you accompany her to the Grey Havens. I beg of you, do not hesitate. Her pain is such that nothing Arda contains will ease it. These months have seen a decline in her will to live. Before she passes beyond our world, I would see her where she can regain her spirit.

Ever yours,