*sends uncle Turgon a home-made t-shirt that says GONDOLIN SUCKED ANYWAY*

Ooh Minas Tirith, etc.

It's raining... Wasn't it raining when I left?

Just a few miles north to mom's house. But I think I'll stop in town and buy and umbrella because it's cooooold.

Maaaaybe I should go home for a bit, eh?

Well.

I went to the Grey Havens and they were boring.

I looked out at the sea, and it wasn't interesting.

I talked to Idril. We had tea. It was nice.

Now I must declare war on a werebear and rescue a tiny ninja hobbit.

*sits down on the bed in his room at the inn, spilling the soggy contents of his pack out*

*notices the letter, breaks the seal and lies back to read it*

Well.

They're not very grey, or haveny. *wanders around* I think the water is thataway.

Wonder where home-of-Idril-and-Tuor is at?

*clutches blanket close around himself and sits awkwardly in a hobbit-sized chair, teeth still chattering*

I'm lucky miss Primrose found me out there. ...I didn't think it was possible for me to catch a cold.

... *sneezes again*

Since I'm in the Shire, I guess I'll, um, try and find where my Grandma is burried.

*stumbles across a bridge and down a little road, shivering violently*

Uh. When'd ev-v-verything g-get s-so short?

Oh. Oh! I m-m-must be in the shire. Not t-too much farther to th-the Havens n-now.

*staggers over to a tree and sits underneath, shuddering from the cold and wet, and watching the storm*

I try to help someone, and he goes and kills himself.

I'm still going to the Havens. Not to leave or visit Idril. Just to check... stuff... out. And say yo to that Círdan dude. Or something.

I've never seen boats before....

Dear Mom and Celegorm

Going to show Elrohir how to get to the havens. I promise I won't get on any boats myself. I'm sure you'll be able to find someone else to babysit Yavien.

Back in a few weeks most likely

Maeglin