Letters from Middle Earth

[Beor]

From a letter intercepted by an unknown Dunedain Ranger in December 1413, SR. It was being taken via orc runner from Angmar to Dol guldor

...and it has come to my attention, oh great Khamul, that Larry (that is the third ringwraith, the one that is about six foot five) is becoming more and more of a whiner. The other day, he got mad because Phil (the one who trailed during the flank on Frodo at the ford) wouldnt let him sit in "his" seat in the hall. Now, I dont know how you run it down there, but up here, we dont have "assigned seats", and it was really rather childish of him to get so upset. He ended up running out crying, and when I later went to talk to him by the river, where me and him used to always go to talk on cool summer nights, under the brights stars, he told me that he feels like everyone is "ganging up" on him, and he feels "left out". Basically, I am asking you to put in the proper paperwork to transfer Larry out of the north, because I feel that he is getting strung out. I recommend sending him to work with Bob down at the recycling plant by Minas Morgul. It would be very gracious....

[Valandil]

Perhaps this should have all been mentioned before the translation of the first letter, but it seemed good to at least do so now. In fact, my reasons for delaying this until now will soon become apparent.

The earliest of these letters are dated from 1940 of the Third Age. At this time (almost 1100 years before events recounted in 'The Lord of the Rings'), Gondor still had a king - and Arthedain, successor kingdom to Arnor, was still in existence. We're told in Appendix A (in the section on Gondor) that this was the year when Gondor (line of Anarion) and Arthedain (line of Isildur) re-established contact and took counsel together after long estrangement and silence (going back at least to the Great Plague of some 300 years before, I imagine), realizing that some Power was seeking to destroy the Heirs of Elendil - and when Arvedui, son of King Araphant of Arthedain, was wedded to Firiel, daughter of King Ondoher of Gondor. This would later set into motion an interesting chain of events.

It is illuminating to have these letters from Firiel's point of view. We first see her as a young lady, enjoying the priveleges of royal rank, in the company of the court of her mother, the queen (whose name, sadly, we have no mention of - as she is the recipient of most of the letters she is not referred to by name). We then sense her shock and distress at a sudden arrangement of marriage to a man she does not know from a kingdom of which she has never heard. Yet, happily - we see in her third letter that she seems to have already begun to warm to the idea, by the same vehicle through which the kings had made contact - the palantiri.

Tolkien has supplied us with many of the outlines of these events - and also many of the names (see appendices of LOTR, as well as 'The Tale of Cirion and Eorl' in 'Unfinished Tales') - he tells us already of Firiel, her father Ondoher and grandfather Calimehtar, as well as her brothers; Artamir and Faramir. He tells us what later becomes of Earnil and Earnur, and he makes mention of the cousin Minohtar. We can guess that the Prince Adrahil of Belfalas is the same who fought in the battles of 1944 (along with Ondoher, Artamir, Faramir and Minohtar - who all fell there) - and that his son, Imrazor, is the same as the father of the first Prince of Dol Amroth. Still under his father's rule is Frumgar, who will lead the Eotheod into the North almost 40 years after... and we see in Firiel's letter the full name 'Marhwohli' for his father... when we previously only had the first four letters. In Arthedain, we know of Araphant and Arvedui - as well as a few more in subsequent letters. Other names found in the letters (other than 'Mithrandir') I have seen no other reference to - and can only conclude whatever seems right from inferences made by Firiel - in the first letter, young nobles and ladies of Gondor who are in the Queen's Court - in later letters, well... I'll let you decide.

I consider myself quite the novice in regards to translating such wondrous links to the past. However, I have done my best. I chose early to give the Sindarin names of the months in dating the letters - particularly since the first letter mentioned it being a late winter outing, it seemed the reader would infer the month to be February. However, upon reaching the third letter, I began to regret my earlier decision with all the months mentioned. It seemed the best solution to retain the Sindarin names, as used by the Dunedain, but to provide in parenthises the common, modern names for the months. I found the letters dated after the European fashion - with the day of the month given first, followed by month and then year. I don't know if this was common practice of the Elder Days or was peculiar to 20th cent TA Gondor, or even to the Lady Firiel herself.

The letters also provide some insights into royal marriage in the courts of Gondor and Arthedain at this time. Those of Gondor are hinted at quite strongly in the first letter. The fourth letter (which is quite lengthy - hence the delay in my completing the translation) explores the issue a bit more and provides contrasts between such customs in Arthedain and Gondor.

The letters themselves are largely written in a flowing, somewhat florid script on fine, decorated parchment. The handwriting on letter #2 seems a bit more erratic and perhaps 'rushed' - and the type of parchment changes after the first three - though the following letters are on parchment of equal quality, they are most certainly of different make.

I hope you will find these of even half as much interest as I do myself.

[BeardofPants]

Dear Ms Pants,

Could you please return my pants forthwith.

Regards,
Elrond.

[Artanis]

Originally posted by Valandil
[i]Hey Ma,

Met a girl. Heading down to Gondor to pick her up. Will have her home by Yule next!

~ Arvie

judge for yourselves

LOL! This 'halfling jest' really cracked me up!

Good stuff in all of these letters. Thanks for sharing them. I particularly liked the idea of 'love at first palantir-sight'.

[Valandil]

Originally posted by Artanis
LOL! This 'halfling jest' really cracked me up!

Good stuff in all of these letters. Thanks for sharing them. I particularly liked the idea of 'love at first palantir-sight'.

Thanks! Hope to have fourth installment within a few days more. Nice to have them enjoyed by others!

[Valandil]

Fourth in a series:

4 Gwaeron (March), 1941

Dearest Mother,

I send you greetings from the North. This past year has brought much change indeed. I hope that all is well with you and father and with my dear brothers, Artamir and Faramir. Arvedui sends you greetings and we both send our appreciation, once again, for the wonderful wedding you and father gave us on last Mid-year’s Day. You and I saw so little of one another even for the ten days we stayed on at Minas Anor for the feasting, celebrating and preparations for my departure. There was always so much to do, and so little time to talk. Therefore I have settled in to give you as detailed an account as I can of all that has happened since that day.

Although you’re likely free of snow in Gondor, save in the mountains, winter is much slower to loosen its grip here in Arthedain. Only now, the first of this year’s caravans prepares to depart for Gondor, although the start of their journey will be in winter’s remnants. Thus I avail myself of the first opportunity to send word to you, knowing that your first letter of the year has likely by now reached Tharbad – and I eagerly await its arrival here. Still, I have always loved the autumn and the winter – and it seems that life in Fornost will give me my fill of them.

Bid father to not be displeased with Faramir. I think truly that he was watching out for me, and wished to ‘measure’ my future husband, when he convinced Arvedui to come with him alone (with only a single companion each – Arvedui took his friend Celebereg, while Faramir brought a Ranger he had with him for this purpose) from Tharbad. I know it caused alarm among the remainder of the party – and concern that such a small group might encounter trouble upon the road. Arvedui recounts that as one of the highlights of the trip though… third he says, then tells me that our wedding was second – and when I was evidently downcast by this, he tells me that the first was the long trip home with me! Still though, he enjoyed seeing the sights of Calenardhon, rather than sticking to the road and to the slower pace of the party. He perceived Faramir’s true wish as well, and wished himself to respond and meet the challenge. I gather that somewhere along the way they tried one another, and that my brother was bested. As I understand it, they themselves journeyed to Angrenost and the Aglarond, and then on to the Argonauth. There, Arvedui spoke to the figures of Isildur and Anarion, shouting to them that at long last their lines were to be re-joined. Arvedui marveled at the Falls of Rauros and they swam in the lake at their head. They climbed both Amon Hen and Amon Lhaw. From Rauros, they took a boat down to Cair Andros and re-mounted, Faramir having sent their horses overland by soldiers from one of the forts of Anduin. They rode first north – to see the abandoned forts at the north entrance of the Black Land, then down to the crossroads and east to Minas Ithil – home in ages past to Arvedui’s great ancestor Isildur. Finally they rode on through Osgiliath, which Arvedui liked very much and likened to the former glory of Annuminas in the North, and at long last they rode to Minas Anor, the sight of which took his breath away (second only to his first sight of me, so he says). After all that detouring, they still arrived on the 14th of Lothron (May), a full day before the royal party from the North, and stayed outside the gates until the others joined them. I know father was displeased with Faramir for this, but I hope he has forgiven him, for as I say, Arvedui was delighted by it all.

You were present at my first meeting with Arvedui. Oh I hope that I did not blush too brightly. I wore the pale green dress, and he was dressed in deep blue. He was tall… perhaps taller than my father and brothers. He was also quite well-formed, both in face and in body. What truly took me were his eyes – light eyes, but their color changes. Once he saw me, his eyes stayed fixed on mine. His eyes pierced me and seemed to read just who I was, at the same time, openly revealing himself with his own commitment to truth, duty, faithfulness and love. Even as he gave his gifts to us, his eyes returned to me time and again. Do you remember those gifts? Swords to overcome evil for my brothers (translator’s note: could these have been of similar make to the daggers taken from the Barrow Downs by the four hobbits?), the wonderfully embroidered cloak and bejeweled brooch he gave to you, the finely made cups of gold with gems inlaid which he gave to father, and the necklace he placed around my own neck. I fear I trembled so as he placed it upon me, as we touched for the first time, he taking my hand and asking, once more, if I would indeed deign to wed him now that we had met face-to-face.

And, of course, following our banquet later on, that was the last I saw of him for six weeks. For father sent Queen Elenawen of Arthedain, Arvedui’s young sister Forniel, and you and me, along with six ladies of the court up to the cottage in the hills of Lossarnach. That was a wonderful time for us all though, making wedding preparations, for me to be instructed by the ladies of Arthedain and their Chief Loremaster in the customs, places, people and history of the North. It was also good for us, mother, as we shared those days together. Although we hope to visit at times, even to dwell together again one day, if at all possible, yet we know that none of this is promised to us. I fondly recall our long talks and your wise counsel.

Arvedui and King Araphant both were quite in awe of the White Tree of the Citadel. They tell me that after their tour of our whole city, and in between each jaunt they made to explore it further, they kept returning to the White Tree by the fountain, in the court of the 7th ring of Minas Anor – just to sit beside it and meditate upon their fathers, the Faithful of Old. When the days were pleasant, King Araphant preferred to sit outside by the Tree when he and father worked out arrangements to renew trade with one another, to provide support in times of need and to share their knowledge in all matters.

Oh – the wedding day! Truly splendid! Arriving by barge at the quays on Anduin, proceding on horseback with my train through the great gate of our city, up the streets by all our people, flower pedals filling the air, joyful shouts and mirthful music. Finally reaching the court of the White Tree, dismounting and waiting in my cloak, attended by the ladies of the court. Then… my love coming for me and stating aloud his intentions... father giving his blessing… my cloak was lifted and my white dress revealed… then we two pledging our troth. The next ten days of feasting and celebrations and preparations seem a dim memory. It is almost as though so many things happened so quickly, but I think in actuality that so much of my life was changed. In truth, I had gone from being a princess in the royal house of Gondor, to becoming a princess in the royal house of Arthedain. And my long home was no longer my true home.

(continued)

[Valandil]

(Letter 4 - Part 2)

So many came! Those from all across our kingdom and our allies beyond our borders. People high and low. I was so happy to see gran-mama there… give her my best wishes. Even Mithrandir came – and with him Curunir and Radagast. The latter two left just after, but we were delighted to hear that Mithrandir would journey back to the North with our party.

Now, let me tell you of my voyage to my new home. It was grand to begin it by sea, especially as Arvedui wished to see Pelargir as well. We sailed there much more quickly than my last trip, and we spent two days in Pelargir, giving me the chance to show him around someplace myself. We sailed on out into the Bay of Belfalas, stopping at different ports of call. I think Arvedui wanted to see more of our kingdom, and this gave him a chance to do so in small measure, though after a time, it was mostly all coasts, dotted with fishing village after fishing village. We enjoyed sailing on that small ship though, and received all courtesy from her captain and crew. We had use of the best cabin for sleeping and private moments, and he otherwise allowed us the run of the ship. Of course we had no trouble from pirates or Corsairs, thanks to the escort of two rather large ships father commanded for us, until we were safely beyond reach of our foes. The sea breeze kept us cool in the hottest time of the year. We enjoyed the breeze and the open water, the sea spray and smell of salt water, the views of the coasts, the night skies over the seas or just ashore and the gentle rocking of the ship. We traveled more slowly going up the Greyflood, but when we finally reached Tharbad, we almost regretted debarking. However, by then Arvedui was eager to begin to show me the lands of the North.

We reached Tharbad on the 25th of Urui (August) and had five days there before Arvedui’s father, mother and sister arrived, along with the remainder of their entourage and the Gondorian escort. After a day’s further rest, I said my final good-byes to Artamir and Faramir and watched them depart back across the bridge and make their way along the causeway beyond. In our five days of waiting, Arvedui had taken the chance to show me around Tharbad – quite pleased to be the one to show a place to me, I think. The escort from Arthedain arrived while we waited. Also while waiting, Arvedui took me to see the swans of Nin in Eilph for a couple of days, a short way up the River Glanduin. And, before we left Tharbad, I saw Dwarves! Durin VI himself did not come, but a royal delegation of Moria brought us his greetings and best wishes. They presented me with a lovely pair of mithril earrings, for which Arvedui had made payment on his journey south (I only learned then that he had ridden far ahead to make this stop-over there).

We traveled slowly from Tharbad. Much of Arthedain’s escort was unmounted, and the roads were not in the best repair at first (as I am told was also the case from the Fords of Isen to Tharbad for the group which came overland from Minas Anor). Arvedui and I rode at times apart and at times with the rest. The delegation of Moria was the first, but it was not alone. All along the way, people came out to meet and greet us as we passed. They seemed to all think our marriage quite significant.

We rode beside Forniel quite often. Faramir was all she spoke of. She’s quite a charming girl really – and I quite enjoy feeling as though I now have a sister. Please bear her wishes in mind though if our fathers plan to match yet another pair of their progeny. Although I do not know if Faramir would be so inclined. He was charming enough toward her, but I know not whether that was courtesy, natural inclination or something more. Nonetheless, I’m certain her father would have her wait another ten years or more before marrying.

Mithrandir, Malbeth and King Araphant made quite the threesome. “Gandalf” was what the other two called Mithrandir, and they seemed every bit as much acquainted with him as we are. Those three rode together to lead our procession and they sat together at meals. They always have much to talk about and they often laugh together. You know Mithrandir, and you became acquainted with the King. Malbeth is a different sort. Quite grave much of the time, yet jolly in his moments. He speaks little now, but measures his words – even when speaking in jest. And men attend to his words, having much respect for his insight and not wishing to have his wisdom fall to the ground unheeded. Especially as his words might speak even to them – or of them. He and Mithrandir seem to have a certain respect for one another, each perhaps recognizing the other’s purpose.

As we traveled north and the summer changed to autumn, the trees began to display a great range of vibrant colors. There were reds and golds and browns and all colors in between. Each tree was different from the next. The autumn colors here far exceed the array of those in Gondor. In any event, we managed to spend most nights at either an old way station or villa or cottage, most often deserted, but if the roof was no longer overhead, at least we had four walls about us. It also began to grow cooler. I was told some terribly dreadful stories of the downs to the west of our road.

We stayed for three nights at a crossroads town called Bree. We arrived there on the 17th of Ivanneth and there we stayed at an inn for the first time since Tharbad. We had not yet seen many Dunedain of Arthedain, though we did see some in Bree. I was told that they mostly live now north of the Great East Road which crosses the Greenway at Bree. We did see more dwarves there, and I saw halflings for the first time. Gandalf took his leave of us there, traveling west to a Land of the Halflings. Arvedui wanted to show me their land as well. This seemed to please the rest of the party for they wished to make preparations for our arrival at Fornost. Save Forniel, for Arvedui and I were to go alone, and she desired to continue in our company.

So on the 20th, we departed early and took the Great Road. We had traveled only a short while when two figures appeared to our left, hailing us from a bank above the road. Arvedui was quite surprised and shouted back with joy, begging them to come down and speak with us. They were an odd pair; a quite unusual-looking man, full of both laughter and wisdom, I came to find. He wore a bright yellow hat with a feather. His companion was a lovely woman with hair of gold. His name was Orald and her’s was Goldberry. They said they had come out to see the bride Arvedui had found himself in the South. They were quite gracious and we spoke for over an hour together. They would invite us to their home, they said, but that they lived between the peril of the Barrow Downs and the peril of the Old Forest. Besides, Orald told me I needed to be moving on, for I would be anxiously awaited in other places.

(continued)

[Valandil]

(Letter 4 - Part 3)

After meeting Orald, we continued on to the land of the Halflings. We crossed a great bridge over a River called Baranduin on the 22nd which brought us to their land, a land they call their ‘Shire’. From there, the roads were lined with them, coming out to see us, until we reached a place called the ‘Three Farthing Stone’ in the heart of their land on the next day. Then we feasted! Mother, these people only come to our waist, full-grown, yet they can eat so much! And Mithrandir was there. We three, Arvedui, Mithrandir and I, were still relaxing after the mid-day meal, when the little people began to set up for yet another one! To their evident dismay, we declined to join them for that one, as we would save our appetites for the evening meal. We stayed on for that, and ate some more. After the sunset, a great bonfire was lit and then, we had an amazing display of lights in the sky, which were called ‘fireworks’! The halfling children are just adorable, as you might imagine.

It was in Bree that I first began to taste the food of the Northlands. In some ways, it is like our own. It is simpler perhaps, but it also has its distinctions. They have plenty of some things, of which we have little or none. They prepare some of their food differently. Many of their drinks are even hot, especially as the year wears on and grows colder. They don’t have the variety of fruit we know in Gondor, but they have many apples, as well as cherries and all sorts of berries. They grow vegetables we rarely see, potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, tomatoes and more. They make different kinds of bread, from different kinds of grain, including oats and corn, while we use mostly wheat and rye – which they have as well. They have all sorts of cheeses and prepare their meats somewhat differently from ours, but there is too much to explain with all that.

Arvedui took me to Fornost a different way so that he could show me Annuminas. We went north up a little-used track, and camped outdoors at night. Annuminas did indeed have the former glory of Osgiliath. It sits on a large hill, at the foot of a mountain range to the west. To the north of the hill, at its very foot, is the Lake Evendim, with its shimmering dark blue waters. Alas, the city is long deserted now, and in ruins. We strode about it though, marking where its important buildings were and imagining what it was like in the days of Arnor’s High Kings. Arthedain longs to reclaim the name of Arnor someday, but to do so, they believe they must regain all their lost territory and rebuild Annuminas. At least three kings of Arthedain have attempted to restore their former city, but always something has prevented this. There is a sadness to it all, but there is indeed a hope as well. These could be high times now – and together we dream of what could come to pass in another 60 years.

We reached Fornost on the 1st of Narbeleth. The city is a bit smaller than Minas Anor. It is also quite irregular, rather than symmetrical in shape and in lay-out. This is owing to the way it is situated. The city sits on a low, irregular, rocky plateau at the end of a range of small mountains called the North Downs, though it has of late expanded beyond the plateau and the outer city has a low wall. The inner city is delved into the top of the plateau and the main gate is cut from the south face of the plateau, which leads then sharply up into the city. The passage from the gate is in the stone itself. The inner city has a higher tier of plateau at the northeast corner, where the palaces and other official buildings are. The buildings are not quite so grand as Gondor’s, but they have a charm of their own. The stonework is not black and white marble and granite, polished smooth – but is often rough-cut and has more colors of natural stone, grays and browns and reds and more. The woodwork inside is quite lovely and intricate.

The streets were lined with people coming to see us, and I saw at last in large measure the people of my new kingdom. Their clothes were more rustic than in Gondor, their means seemed less and their lives more simple, but they were Numenoreans without doubt. There’s more of a Beoran ancestry among them than among us, I would say. They are much inclined to be tall and dark, although some are lighter and some are broader. I met so many people that day. Arvedui’s two other sisters, who are both married – the older has three children already, the younger has one and bears a second. I met his younger brother, Araphor, who sat as Regent while King Araphant and Arvedui came to Gondor. Then I met all the Royal Officials and their families, the nobles, the chief craftsmen and guildmasters. Finally, I met the Chief of the Palace Guard. He was gracious and kindly toward me, but then turned gruffly to Arvedui and asked him if his trip South had made him soft, or if he was up for a game of rochdol. Everyone laughed, and Arvedui insisted he was none the softer. The Chief Guard smiled and went to make preparations – and I was later to find out what this would mean. Before long, 80 to 100 young men met in the square before the palace. The Chief Guard divided them into two groups, giving to half a sleeveless red shirt and to the other half a similar shirt of yellow. Arvedui and Araphor both received red shirts, while Celebereg received a yellow. I saw little of Arvedui the rest of that day, for each group went off to make its plans and preparations. Forniel and her older sisters took me into their care until the time of the game.

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[Valandil]

(Letter 4 - Part 4)

The game is played on a rather large field – about a league long (the long way ran north and south) and a fourth as wide, though players may go beyond it. There are intermittent woods and hills, but the middle has a wide clearing, with fires to light both ends of the mid-line. In the game itself, those with the red shirts hide a red sack near one end while those with the yellow shirts hide a yellow sack near the other end. The sacks are filled with dry beans and sewn up tightly to prevent being split open. Each group seeks to keep their sack hidden and to find the sack on the other side. Once a sack is found, the merriment begins. The finders must bring it down the field and cross the mid-line in order to win the game. Naturally, the others wish to prevent this, and will do all manner of things to prevent it – usually, it seems, knocking the one with the sack to the ground. The one holding it may throw it to someone else with the same color shirt, but if one from the other team gets it, they will attempt to run it back the other way. If a man caught on the wrong side of the line can be dragged over to a marshal of the field at either fire, he is withdrawn from the game. The Chief Guard served as marshal on the near side, but I don’t know who was the other. (translator’s note: sounds like a cross between ‘Rugby’ and ‘Capture the Flag’ – on a rather large field)

The field of play is perhaps two leagues west of the city and we arrived just about midnight. I sat on a hill just behind one of the mid-line fires, along with the King and Queen and Forniel. We had a great view of the middle field (once the moon rose and it was light enough to see). Forniel advised me to take a brief nap, as Arvedui was quite notable at this game – and made a practice of finding the opposing team’s sack just after daybreak and running for the mid-line when all could see him. That was just how it happened. Soon after dawn we heard a disturbance from the trees to the north, then down the field, toward the mid-line burst a figure in a red shirt, bounding like a deer and bearing the yellow sack, which he held tightly to his breast. It was Arvedui. Beside him and behind him ran about 6 or 8 comrades in red, along with a dozen or more in yellow. A great cry went up and others in yellow shirts came forth from hiding places all directions – and the pursuit was on. None could catch him, but some were yet ahead of him. He ran this way and that until finally, four large yellow shirts closed on him and hit him all together. I gasped, but saw that my companions only laughed – for it was part of the game. Also – he had managed to throw the sack to another red shirt before he was hit. Then, so much happened at once. His captors tried to take him to the fire by us, but he escaped them. The one in red who had the sack also tried to throw it, but a man in yellow got hold of it and ran the other way. Mayhem broke out, and then I saw that Arvedui himself had made it back to drag down the other with the sack – and before long, his brother had retrieved it and carried it over the line. Only just in time too, for a few men in yellow then brought forth the red sack from the south end of the field – but the red team carried the yellow sack over the line long enough before the yellow team could carry the red sack over the line.

I hope you have understood all this. The game must be seen to be imagined, but it was quite exciting to watch. We followed this with more celebrating and more meetings of folks and, that following night, despite having gone a full two days and a night without sleep, having such hard activity and taking the pounding he took, my husband proved to me once again that we are indeed newlyweds.

We have separate accommodations in the royal palace (the town actually has another palace, of the Princely House of Fornost, from which line Celebereg descends), but we mostly join in with the family at meals and for daily activity. We have to ourselves two rooms on the third storey, a modest outer chamber and a smaller inner chamber – each with a window and a fireplace. It was pleasant to finally arrive here after all the travel, and is actually refreshing to settle into a routine of sorts. Arvedui has returned to duties of his own, but it appears those duties are light for the sake of his new bride. We were also given a cottage a bit north of here that we might escape at times and be alone together for 3 or 4 days at a time. They call it a ‘cabin’ and it is made from logs of tree trunks, stacked one upon another. It’s a day’s ride away, so we have gone by horseback, and a few times in winter by a wooden sleigh, drawn by our horses. What horses they have in Arthedain can be ridden well enough through the snow though. You saw them last summer – big, large-boned animals with thick hair and long manes.

As winter drew near I began to notice something. While gardens and courtyards are the delights of Gondor, the fireplace is the delight of Arthedain. As the days shorten, and the air grows cold, the people gather closer to the fire and talk and laugh together. The short days are much shorter here as well. Oh – and I have seen what are called ‘The Lights of the North’! I saw them first when we visited our cabin just after Yule. I awoke one night and saw that the northern sky was alight. At first I thought it was more fireworks – I even feared the sun might rise in the north that day! But Arvedui awoke as well and told me of the Lights.

Of course, they like the warmer weather when it comes. They say too that the long days of summer are even longer here than in Gondor, and also that if one traveled far enough to the north nigh the Mid-year, the daylight would be constant, and that the sun would go around in a low southern arc from east to west – and would then continue low on the horizon across the north and back to the east… day after day without ever sunset. They say too that in winter there will be no sun at all for many days. Arvedui himself has not traveled so far north, but this was known in days of old. He says that the Lights of the North mean that Varda promises again that the Sun will regain its northern path… but that the Lights also mean it will not yet do so.

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[Valandil]

(Letter 4 - Part 5)

The Yule is a great occasion here in the North. The people celebrate it for the last week of the year and into the first week of the new year. There is some feasting, but much more general gaiety and merriment. During the days, the young venture out to play games in the snow (oh – and the snow here! It is often up to my knees, higher near our cabin and they tell me there are years when we get deeper snow still – that this year was one of light snowfall). There is much music and dancing and sitting at the hearth before a bright, crackling fire. The Queen hosts a great ball, and many come indeed. Minstrel Elves come, wearing bright red and yellow and green, trimmed with silver and gold. Young men give gifts to the ladies they favor. Decorations of evergreen boughs and silver bells and gold stars abound. They use much holley, with its berries of red, and they have a custom with a branch bearing white berries, that a couple may freely kiss below it – though they are generally quite reserved in such regards. It was not even unseemly when Celebereg kissed me upon a cheek as I stood at a doorway, unaware of the white berries above me. Arvedui stood beside me and laughed, though he did give the rogue a friendly cuff. The eligible young men and ladies take these times as rare opportunities to meet and match. They like to ‘find love at the Yule and marry at the Mid-year’.

Mithrandir even came for the occasion, to ‘see how the happy couple was getting on’. Being emboldened enough by Celebereg’s actions, I caught Mithrandir in the same manner, as a ‘thank-you’ for helping me find my husband. I then bestowed the same favors on old Malbeth and the King, but after that Arvedui took me upstairs for the night.

And, lest all my talk of feasting alarm you, do not fear. There were perhaps 5 or 6 true feasts in all this, but they came between long stretches of travel and months of activity. Lighter meals were still the standard fare and your daughter has not sunk into gluttony.

The Yule was actually a different sort of feast. Preparations began after the last of the harvest. The men went out to hunt wild game and the women and children went into the forests as well, to gather nuts, berries, herbs, roots and whatever other wild-grown food they might find. This was done in the past that the people might have an early winter feast without depleting the stores saved up from the harvest. These days, they tell me, in all but the scarcest of years they supplement the wild food with some from the harvest, but the tables are mostly laden with returns from the hunts and gathering forays. Also, at most times, the food is laid out on side tables while the people either dance or walk or sit talking by the fire. Then they simply retreat to a table to take a morsel now and again.

Arthedain’s court has different practices from our own. Some parts are less structured, but in other regards they are more strict. In Gondor, the court of the Queen (or the princess who is mother to the unmarried heir, if his grandfather still reigns) is made of both men and women, and they mix regularly. In Arthedain, the young men of standing in the kingdom gather to the heir to be trained along with him, submitting mostly to the Chief Guard for weapons training, but also learning tactics of war from the Captain of the Army, learning lore and music from the Chief Loremaster with his scribes, learning of agriculture and trade from the Chamberlain, learning woodcraft from the Chief Forester and learning construction from the Chief Builder. They also learn from woodworkers, metalworkers, miners, boatmen and teamsters. Many in the line of Anarion wed at 50, but most in the line of Isildur have married much later, thinking their training only half complete at such an age. Therefore many kings of Gondor have seen great-grandchildren, but the most a Northern King has seen is his own heir’s children.

Meanwhile, ladies of standing come here to serve the Queen, but also to wait upon and entertain with instrument and song the young men of the heir’s company. Most do so hoping to catch the eye of the heir or another of his companions, but that part of it is not so rigid as ours, and the heir is more free to select someone from outside the court (provided she is nearly full Numenorean – even if only a farmer’s daughter, for here the Numenoreans seldom have wed others, though they live at peace with other tribes and rule gently over them). Rarely do the men and women of those two parts of the court speak to one another, more than in passing. The three festivals at which they do so are Mid-year’s Day (which was a two-day event this year, since we had two of them – and I was married on the first), the completion of the Harvest in early Hithui (November), and the Yule Celebration. The King here keeps the Erukyerme as well as the Eruhantale, but those are times of work even for the court’s young men, for they partake in the sowing and the harvesting. In fact, they learn by doing in each area of their instruction. Their view is that a Numenorean ruler should fully understand the Numenorean crafts.

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[Valandil]

(Letter 4 - Part 6)

One custom we share is that the young men who come to the heir’s company and the young ladies of the Queen’s court refrain from marriage until the heir has chosen whom he will marry. If anything, they observe this more strictly than we do in Gondor. Their numbers are often smaller, for perhaps only 12 or 15 young men will come – and perhaps as few as 8 or 10 young ladies, though sometimes there are more, and it was several more in the old days of Arnor – more akin to the size of our court in Gondor. I have not perceived much jealousy among the ladies of the Queen who would have been previously vying for Arvedui. In fact, as none had caught his eye, when he married me, it released the rest of them to find another. And already there have been 3 marriages from them, and at least 2 more are planned. I think Araphor desires to wed soon, and has his eye on a young lady at court, but his father wishes him to wait yet 10 or 20 years and wed the girl’s younger sister, and to let the elder find another. He is not yet 40 and besides, I believe his father wishes the children of Araphor to be quite younger than Arvedui’s – that there be no questions of succession.

This summer, Arvedui promises to take me either to Imladris to meet Elrond and Celebrian, or to Lindon to meet Cirdan. He says that I may choose one – and that we will visit the other in the following summer or the one after. I wonder if time may allow us to do both. I long to see the Grey Havens of Lindon and the Emyn Beraid, but it would be marvelous to actually meet Elrond, especially as I expect he would be the likeness of our own distant ancestor Elros. Arvedui tells me the way to Rivendell is more perilous, but is certain we could make it.

My understanding of our two Dunedain kingdoms has been corrected. This Valandil, of whom Arvedui is the heir, was the youngest son of Isildur, Anarion’s elder brother and co-joint ruler. I knew that Isildur had been killed with his elder sons while traveling to the North, but did not know this connection to Valandil. It does seem in some ways that these northern brothers of ours cling with great pride to the fact that they trace descent from the elder of Elendil’s sons (and insist that Isildur intended Arnor to remain the chief realm, only commiting Gondor to Meneldil’s care, as a provincial governor or some such), while we of Gondor seem to take such great pride in how our kingdom has risen so high and become so mighty under Menedil’s heirs. Perhaps such pride errs in both regards… I hope that it will not one day ruin us all.

Arthedain and her people have suffered much in the long ages since our forebears. They also had the Great Plague, although it struck us the harder. While we had the Kin-strife, they had division and continual civil warfare among their sister kingdoms. While we have had the Wainriders fall as a hammer, they have had the land of Angmar, chipping away constantly as a chisel. My mind fails to imagine how great both our lands might now be if not for these great evils.

There is nothing yet to tell of a future heir to this kingdom. King Araphant and Queen Elenawen do not speak of it, but their eyes tell me that their hopes might exceed even your own. Their two eldest daughters have already made them grandparents, but they must be eager to see who will rule this land after their own son.

I hope indeed that one or both of my brothers may come North for a time, if father can spare them. For my part, I would dearly love to see them. For his part, Arvedui feels great kinship with them. I believe too that he would love to return Faramir’s favor to him. And of course, Forniel would be most happy to see Faramir, as would the King and Queen. Arvedui seems to me a pleasant mix of Artamir and Faramir. He says that Artamir would steadfastly do exactly as Ondoher wishes, while Faramir would stubbornly do exactly as Faramir wishes! I would that father would allow you to come as well, but that visit must surely be delayed until you hear further good news from me.

I have written quite a long note, but there is much that was new to me, of which I have to tell you. I made notes of dates and events that this might be a good account and I hope that it is as good for you to read it as it has been for me to live it.

With warmest love and wishes of goodness.

Your daughter,

Firiel

[Elanor the Fair]

I really enjoyed reading Firiel's letters. It gives the reader great insight into Middle Earth life and the traditions of the Numenorean people of this time. Although the letters seem quite private and were obviously not intended for the casual viewer, they give the reader the opportunity to empathise with Firiel and to see events from her viewpoint. I look forward to further instalments!!

[Valandil]

Fifth in a series:

3 Hithui (November), 1941

Dear Mother,

Greetings. I hardly know where the past months have gone. Arvedui and I have traveled much about the kingdom and even beyond its borders. He went out as duty to his father, King Araphant, and it was my good pleasure to be among his traveling companions.

First, we managed to make that visit to Imladris. It was fascinating to actually meet Elrond. He even spoke with me, and for long hours, as though he had nothing of more worth to do. He spoke much of our ancient ancestors; Elendil and Isildur and Anarion. It staggered the thought to realize I was sitting face-to-face with one who actually knew them. He also told us of Valandil and all his heirs. Meneldil he knew as well, but had little contact with those who followed after him in Gondor. It was as though history came to life.

But alas, though our trip there and our stay occupied much of Gwaeron (March) and Gwirith (April), after that we were obliged to travel by boat down the Bruinen (called Loudwater) and Mitheithel (called Hoarwell) until the falls above Tharbad, below which the Hoarwell becomes the Gwathlo (now called Greyflood). For there Arvedui had work to do… overseeing the repairs and restoration of the road and waystations, to put them all in good order from Tharbad on northward. As you know, a similar party came up from Gondor to begin the same work southward from Tharbad. Does father think a southern connection might be made though by ship, from Pelargir to Tharbad by sea and the Gwathlo? Nonetheless, I expect that the messengers will travel by road. Arvedui tells me that a man who can stop for fresh horses could travel from Fornost to Minas Arnor in less than three weeks. And if a message can be passed to a fresh messenger on a fresh horse at each station, perhaps little more than two weeks. That is, with the fleet horses of Gondor or perhaps horses and riders of the Eotheod, not a man on the gentle, plodding giants of horses we keep here. It would be amazing that we could be so close. Of course, there are those seeing stones, but they are kept strictly for official use, not for mothers and daughters to carry on with one another, as we would so like to.

When at last we returned to Fornost, Arvedui was kept busy helping to bring in the harvest. It was a good year for the crops. While he was in the field one day, I made my first attempt at a pumpkin pie, a delightfully filling dessert of the North. Then I topped it with whipped cream I made myself. I doubt it was up to the standards of the better cooks about, but either from being famished by his work, or seeking to please me, he ate half of it himself at one sitting, and that after a meal.

One would say I’m becoming quite the domestic. Who would have thought it possible? Soon I will begin to assist in preparations for this Yule celebration. There is much to do.

Meanwhile, it has now been just over a year since my arrival here. Although I have been away from Fornost for over half that time, this already begins to feel like home and my love for the North grows. I have been warmly received here by all and am truly made happy by an indulgent husband.

Good grace and love to you and all my family in Gondor.

Your daughter,

Firiel

[Valandil]

Sixth in a series:

16 Narbeleth (October), 1942

Dear Mother,

Greetings. As you have heard no doubt from father, via the seeing stone, my son, Aranarth, was born four days ago. He is quite well and so am I. Arvedui is overjoyed… he is quite taken with the lad really, as are Araphant and Elenawen. His Aunt Forniel makes over him tremendously as well and all the people of the city rejoice. This little one has caused quite the stir already.

He favors more his father than me, but has some of my look as well. The nose I think, which I have from you, he bears – and his eyes are more like father’s. When I saw other women’s babies, I could never see such things, for they just seemed to be… babies! But with my own, I see so much more. Aranarth is long, so he should be a tall one himself. He cries quite vigorously at times, and at other times his eyes stray about the room, as though he reflects on things. And of course, he looks incredibly lovely when he sleeps.

I am tired but happy. We eagerly await Faramir’s arrival for his stay through the winter. He’s sure to make a devoted uncle! We also hope that you and Artamir may visit later, either the coming summer or the next winter. Perhaps when my son is older we may all journey to Minas Anor together.

Give father my best wishes and my love as well. Below my writing I will mark in ink his grandson’s handprint upon this page.

Your daughter,

Firiel


(translator’s note: at the bottom of this page was the handmark in ink of a small child, along with a few stray marks and smears which are otherwise inconsistent with these normally clean and neat documents)

[Valandil]

Seventh in a series:

28 Ivanneth (September), 1943

Dearest Mother,

It is good to hear of Faramir’s safe return home. We hope that he enjoyed his stay at Fornost for the last Yule and the winter as much as we enjoyed to have him here. Perhaps some other time you or Artamir may come. In any case, Arvedui and I already talk of visiting Minas Anor in a few more years… perhaps in 1950 we could visit with Aranarth and whatever other children may come, perhaps bringing Forniel again, and even staying through for a year, from one spring to the next.

We are returned to Fornost a bit earlier this year. I find that many of the city’s wealthy spend summers tending to ancestral lands, to escape the crowding, the heat and the sickness, which can come to the city. So much so that an odd situation is created. That which is called the ‘low city’ - the outer ring outside the walled fortress of the plateau, is still heavily occupied by the poor. The ‘high city’ – that higher-tiered portion of the plateau in the northeast corner where stand the palaces and other buildings of state, is more bustling than ever. Yet the ‘middle city’ – that in the lower part of the plateau’s fortress, is little occupied. Indeed, only in the past few hundred years has the ‘low city’ been made. Fornost indeed has increased in size, while Arthedain itself has decreased. In fear of Angmar, many people of the country have left their lands to gather close together. They thus become poor, for none would purchase what they leave behind, which is all they have. Besides, there is little enough work in the city for all that come, so that many grow poorer and more desperate. These poor become nominal members of the King’s household… but he has not work to give them all, and barely food to feed them.

This is the matter which Arvedui has sought to address. Indeed, each of the last six summers have had the same activity as we had this time, though in Arvedui’s case interrupted by special duty… such as marriage or road repair! In past years, similar land grants were given only to those who had served their term in Arthedain’s army. In later years, even these were more inclined to take gold, rather than distant farmland, and Arvedui perceived the need to return our people to lands they might claim as their own.

In early Gwaeron (March), we and seven other companies – each headed by one of Arvedui’s noble companions, set out for the countryside. Each company was to develop a new townshare – an area 2 leagues square, or redevelop an old one. Besides we three, our company held a small detachment of soldiers (who were along to do more farmwork than soldiering, though that is how the men-at-arms are kept occupied in Arthedain when not at war, working fields, building roads or defensive works and all such things) and a few officials, as well as 8 or 10 farm families, each of whom had received a land grant from the King. The King also gave each family what provision they would take; a pair of oxen to pull first cart and then plow, up to 6 cattle, and 8 each of sheep and pigs, 12 chickens, seed grain to sow, saplings of fruit trees and tools. These, apart from the tools, are to be returned to the King threefold in 5 to 15 years… one part each at 5, 10 and 15 years. Each of these shares, when returned, will be provided to later families to take these land grants.

This is all Arvedui’s own plan. He believes our kingdom’s strength to be in her people – and especially her farmers. We need to grow… and he says that the farmers will have more children, that they are healthier and more resourceful, that they make steadfast men to stand in a line of battle when needed – and will then return home and provide food for the kingdom’s tables. He seeks to return the poor of Fornost’s low city back to the fields. He chooses those who seem capable of the work, industrious and independent. Each man will receive 160 to 250 acres (translator’s note – an approximation – the Dunedain equivalent of acres: 200 rangar by 20 rangar – is actually about .92 of an acre), depending on family size, ambition and whether the Old Numenorean Standard or the Eriador Standard is used. This leaves most of the townshare still open for future claimants (translator’s note – a ‘townshare’ of this size would equal 25,000 of their acres, as their league is 5,000 rangar – a ranga being approx. 38” – the Numenoreans used a decimal system, so perhaps the Old Numenorean Standard would account for plots of 250 acres while perhaps the Eriador Standard brought into use multiples of 2, 3, 4, 8, etc – and yielded plots of 160 or 240 acres), who may also receive a land grant from the King, but must borrow seed and stock from the townshare’s first members. Initial grants are made near the center of each share, and the very center holds land reserved by the king for a future town and a crossroads, that all these towns may one day be connected by roads. Because he hopes to re-establish Annuminas during his own reign, perhaps in the year 2000, Arvedui creates most of these townshares along the way from Fornost to Annuminas.

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[Valandil]

(Seventh letter - cont'd)

The typical farm householder is between 80 and 100, married with a few married children, a few unmarried children and sometimes an unmarried brother or sister, or occasionally a dependent elderly grandmother or grandfather… and the married children usually have children of their own. Thus each family has 4 or 6 each of grown men and women able to work in support of the family – and perhaps 12, 15 or even 20 people all told including children. And even the children will do what work they can.

This being the seventh year of this activity, most of the grain and livestock sent out was that returned from the earlier grants. Newly rich farmers come to town selling produce and seeking hired hands, and encouraging relatives and old neighbors to come and stake a claim by them. The King sees all this and smiles upon Arvedui. He knows that his own days will not last to see Annuminas restored, but he looks with hope to the future beyond himself, and his heart is lifted at the brightness of that hope.

So we went out as I have said. When we reached the appointed place after three days slow travel, the men first built temporary shelters, for it was still quite cold, and they began to clear trees and bust up the hard dirt where the surveyors had marked out the land in the previous autumn. They took care to spare the trees which grow the bright red five-pointed leaves, for they draw the sap thereof each winter to make sweeteners of different sorts. While Fornost celebrated the Erukyerme, we paused only briefly at the noon-time from sowing seed and planting the seedlings for future orchards, and so we all worked as farmers, on into the spring. I have become quite the cook now – and have learned other household skills, which all but the Queen herself seem to do here in the North.

The summer had lighter duty in the fields, but then the men set to building the farmhouses in earnest. As trees were abundant, they made houses like our cabin, only larger – for the large families. Stacked logs from tree-trunks, most with an upper storey. Some of the farmers hope to add houses of stone later, but these log houses go up faster and are sturdy enough to last a good while.

All living within a day’s walk of us, and some from two days away, came here to celebrate the Mid-year with us. We had a great bonfire the night before and the night after, some light feasting and much dancing and flower-picking. How the young people cavorted together! I made good use of my old lessons with both flute and lyre, and learned some of the local folk songs. For the two weeks after Mid-year, we left the group behind and visited old Annuminas. We were met there by five of Arvedui’s other companions, including Araphor and Celebereg, as well as Dernlias, husband of Arvedui’s second sister, with her family. The breeze off of Lake Evendim and the shade of the fir trees cooled us in the surprising summer heat. Some few families still live on parts of the lake and one day we hired out several boats and sailed on the waters. We also swam often, men and women each in different places, although one night Arvedui and I swam together… as I think most of the married couples did – those more recently married at least.

Aranarth just grows so much. He seemed to change and learn so, during the months we spent away from town. His grandparents here are astounded by him… as I hope his grandparents away in Gondor will be someday. He makes sounds akin to speech and delights to mimic the birds. He’s already making unsteady attempts to walk. He is such a joy to us all. Two weeks hence marks one year from the date of his birth.

We returned early with just a few of the soldiers and left the rest to complete the work of the harvest. While we were there, either 40, 60 or 80 acres of each man’s claim was cultivated for grain, plus some of it prepared for an orchard, a vegetable garden and each had a sturdy home. The rest will be for grazing or further cultivation by the farmers in later years. Four soldiers stay on to winter at each home, as they will for 5 years. This provides the farmers some protection and extra hands to begin the springtime work, and eases the burden on the King’s storehouses. As you see I have great interest and some understanding of how these shares are worked – and Arvedui hopes to use my skills to help in making plans for next year’s efforts.

Oh mother, bid father to have his groundsmen watch for a promising seedling of the White Tree, for we would much like to have one at the royal palace here as well – particularly in Annuminas, where we hope to make our future home.

Much bounty and blessings upon you.

Your daughter,

Firiel

[Valandil]

Eighth in a series:

22 Cerveth (July), 1944

Oh My Dearest Mother,

Grim tidings have come to us indeed. I know not what comfort to give thee, when I have need of such great comfort myself. My father, King Ondoher killed in battle, just ten days ago… his son Artamir falling with him… and Faramir as well, although bidden to stay at Minas Anor, that all heirs to the throne be not so exposed… it is just like him to go in despite, and wearing a disguise. Words fail me mother and my heart breaks. Is it true that Faramir’s body alone is found, and not that of Ondoher or Artamir? It sounds as though Faramir fell later… and was thus King on the field for a time, though he likely knew it not and none will remember it. And Minohtar, our good cousin is fallen the next day? Oh mother… all seems lost to me… all that was lovely in my former life and home, save only you.

It is good word at least that Gondor was saved. My cousin (translator’s note: third cousin) Earnil has crushed the foes and removed from the land its peril. Oh that he had come before… or that the battles of the northern force on Dagorlad had gone otherwise… or even that Faramir at least had stayed home… just this once!

It is distressing too as Artamir was finally to be wed. Please give my comfort to his prospective bride, Gilaewen. Give my compliments to Earnil for his great victory. Give my special thanks to Marhwohli, for discovering the body of Faramir and seeing to his return to Minas Anor. Alas, I give my whole heart away, but that I feel it is already crushed.

Await further word my mother. Arvedui sends special messages to Pelendur the Steward and the Council of Gondor, of which I am not permitted to fully speak. Perhaps though, the hope spoken of first by Malbeth long past will come to be, least hopeful though it is. Arvedui grants that this message to you may be carried with the others, and the messenger now awaits me. All is now shadow, yet perhaps the light may again pierce it mother. Cling to hope, you who have lost husband and sons, for you still have family who are yet far from you, and long to be close beside you again now, and for always.

Mourn the fallen as seems right mother, but fail not to return from the gloom. Take what rest and food and drink is needful to succor and strengthen and refresh both body and spirit. Seek out the Valar. Attend at least the body of my beloved brother Faramir, and see that he receives all honour due the last heir of Anarion.

Keep well mother… for though we have lost all others, I feel that I will yet need you someday. And hope that in some way, I may provide you comfort as well, though deep be your grief.

Your loving daughter,

Firiel

[Nerdanel]

Lovely to see new letters, Val! Something to look forward to!

[Elanor the Fair]

I agree. I always have a look to see if any new letters are posted. Thanks!!

[Valandil]

Ninth in a series:

19 Urui (August), 1945

My Dear Mother,

We hear news at last of Gondor’s throne… that it is given to Earnil. So – the great and mighty Kingdom of Gondor goes forth, but what of the Dunedain of the North? Surely matters were not kept secret from you, were they mother? Did they not tell the Queen of Gondor’s last rightful King what has transpired?

Last year on hearing the tidings of war, Arvedui sent messages to Pelendur and the Council. Mother, he claimed Gondor’s throne! And he did so in my name, as I, who would be his queen, would be the only surviving child of Ondoher – and that my brothers fell yet childless. He laid claim also in that he was himself the heir of Isildur. While we had received our tidings from the Stone, he sent this word to them by messenger. From the time our messenger would have arrived in Minas Anor, Pelendur himself ceased to come to the Stone there, but would speak only through a warden, and never of the succession, but only of trade and other matters.

In due time came the reply, and it was as I first expected it. Although they had yet to name another as King, they would consider the succession only through sons, and further stated that Gondor belonged to the heirs of Meneldil, as granted by Isildur himself. I say I expected it, for I know in what little regard my former people hold these Kings of the North. I myself have learned that though their kingdom is lesser, their men are not by any means the lesser. Once this reply came I thought the matter settled, as did King Araphant, but Arvedui would not be dissuaded. His response convinced even me, for he claimed to be the true heir of Elendil himself, whose name he had seen at the head of Gondor’s line of Kings! As well that Isildur relinquished nothing, but entrusted the South to Meneldil’s care, not wanting Elendil’s kingdoms to be ever divided, as they have since been. Further, that in even Numenor, the scepter had descended through daughters.

We heard no response, but waited expectantly, for the season was upon us when men travel not and we thought Gondor sent no messenger in return as he would meet winter in the North. And Gondor had as yet no King. Still there was no talk of succession through the Stone, and soon, less talk of other matters. On into the spring we waited, and through most of the summer. Finally, we received the brief message from Earnil that he had accepted the crown of Gondor, according to the laws and needs of the South-kingdom.

Arvedui was downhearted, and I finally discovered in full why it was so. For long ago, upon his birth, Malbeth himself had said of him, “Arvedui shall ye call him, for last of all shall he reign at Fornost of Arthedain. Yet shall come a grave choice unto all the Dun-Edain, and heed they that less in hope, then shalt thy son take unto himself a new name, and rule as rightful King of a great realm. Heed they another, then shalt great woe betide, and many lives of men besides, ere the Dun-Edain rise forth and be again as one.” This is the doom of Arvedui, and he judges that in this choice of Gondor’s Council has his own fate been decided, as well as that of all our peoples.

Oh mother, I never fully trusted in the heart of Pelendur, but am distressed over Earnil. His last forefather on the throne was our great-great-grandfather, Telumehtar Umbardacil. Must the crown be granted a man descended from another King by the fourth degree? Why not the true heir of Elendil instead, and reunification of all our people?

Mother – you must know that I hold you faultless in all this. For Gondor has another Queen, and she is neither your daughter, nor wife of your son. You have been pushed aside and, as you tell me, made to feel a house-guest in what had once been your domain. Tolerated, rather than loved. Acknowledged, yet not truly respected. Mother, come at once to dwell with us at Fornost. King Araphant himself has granted me this boon, and bids me invite you. Here you have still your daughter, and her husband, and a grandson who has never yet seen you. If time allows, come still this year, but if you must wait, come when spring brings an end to the winter.

It is early yet to say in certainty mother, but I give you yet another reason to come. Aranarth is to be an older brother. The child will not come until next year, but if a boy, I will name him ‘Aramir’… a rather unusual name itself, but it follows the royal tradition of this house that the first two sons be both named with the ‘Ar’ or ‘Ara’ beginning. Also though, it takes one letter each from both the names of my late, beloved brothers, Artamir and Faramir. He will ever remind us of them both, and remind us that something is missing.

Oh mother, come at once. We so long to see you!

All the peace and grace and hope of Eru and the Valar be upon you!

Your loving daughter,

Firiel

(translator’s note: Because of the break in letters here, we can assume that Firiel’s mother did indeed remove herself to Fornost for a time. Yet there were more letters in later years, which I shall continue to translate.)