My friends, I hope my correspondence finds you well. A brief note from beyond the Haunted Inn, underneath the greenish-smoky branches and sky of Mirkwood. Thalya and I are about to venture further into the Forest. We stand once again at the ruined gates to Dannenglor, screeching merrevail and flapping bats just beyond the walls. Giants, too – and no one dares contemplate what else.
Perhaps it is the perpetual hazy gloom of this place, but I feel a kind of hopelessness that edges fear. I must control these feelings. I hope that I am gifted with the strength. We must take the first step inside, to go forward in our stand against the darkness.
Namárië. Be well.