Gwen Irima

Eska’eldalie, May 26 year 361

My dear friend Lady Tabbitha,

In reply to the urgency that Gwen Irima heard in your voice, I write to you to tell you that I am well. The healing process that I am going through is progressing, slowly but according to the people around me steadily as well. Even though the healers say it will never completely heal, I can use my ankle well enough to get around and wander often through the forest that surrounds Eska’eldalie.

Oh, my dear friend, I think of days when I did not feel like shredding tears for loss and pain, of days when you and I chatted and days that i served you drinks in my tavern. A part of me is gratefull to be alive still, but another part wishes it could have moved onwards to Valinor. It is the part of me that is still grieving that has preventing me from returning to Trammel and from sending word to you.

It’s truly been an ungoing nightmare, Tabbitha, that I have went through and that I still find myself in. My sisters, My husband and Jern Fretting and the other elves treat me with the most gentle kindness and with great patience, but I feel them watching me, I feel them staring at the drowish writings that cover my entire body…

I remember lying in the dirty field where I was found, thinking that I would die alone as was predicted. But I also remember hearing voices while I was “asleep” and I know yours was amongst them. That is what keeps me going, while I struggle with giving the entire ordeal a place in my thoughts.

One day, my friend, I will return to Trammel, but that day is not now. As you have probably heard, the body of Iglata has never been retrieved and as long as it is not found, I fear for his return. I do not think I could handle having to deal with his obsession again, living with him was a horrible experience. I still feel myself unclean even though the two men in my life tell me that I should not feel that way. Not to mention… IF he is revived (if he has not been already) i know for sure I would not survive another meeting.

Enough with all these drepressing babbles…

Do write back to me? Tell me of the things you do and of how you fare?

VanQa Hueninn