Shieldmaiden:

Believe me, Faramir dear, you have very little to worry about, save getting to Edoras in one piece, of course.

The sooner you arrive, the sooner the Elf stops with the elvish indecent proposals and hair sniffing.  My elvish is coming along quite well, both Aragorn and Legolas are pleased at my progress.  Legolas, in retrospect seemed a little too pleased. 

Aside from that, Legolas has finally moved on from his little musical.  He says he's waiting to finish casting before it can go any further.  Instead, he's now looking into doing commercials for something called Lembas Bread.  The catch phrase needs a bit of work though.  Right now all he has is something about one bite filling the stomach of a full grown man.  Not terribly interesting if you ask me.  Also, Aragorn pointed out there would have to be a disclaimer for Hobbits.  I honestly have no idea what those two are talking about sometimes.

Here's a bit of news you might find interesting: Aragorn went and almost got himself killed the other day on a ride with myself and Eomer.  Apparently, he still does not realize that a cliff means there's nothing but air on the other side, and nothing but rocks all the way down.  Gondor is in great trouble should this one get on the throne like he keeps saying.  Mr. Still-Not-King is still-not-very-smart.

Plains with large bolders, you say?  You're in Rohan my dear. Keep an eye out for the Erid Nimrais.  Once you see those, Edoras isn't all that far off.  If you'd like, Eomer and I can ride out to meet you.  As I said before, Eomer goes out alone over my dead body.  Hope to see you soon!

Always,

Steward:

Finally, I found a trading post with pen and paper...this is most dreadful. I fail you again and again my lady, whatever do you see in me? I just hope that by the time I get to Rohan, I am still in your favor.

Hmmm...I would most hope that the elf was complimenting  your hair...otherwise he shall have a very hard time explaining his actions to me...I was under the impression that elves were very arrogant so he probably expected you to shag him rotten no matter what he said...please take heed and keep a dagger underneath your pillow, for your personally safety of course.

I wish you well in learning Elvish. We humans must make an effort to learn their language...it's much too easy for them to get away with talking behind our backs otherwise...

Much has happened since my last message, so I shall start at the beginning.

Finally able to shave when I reached this outpost. I am very thankful for that matter, no longer bear-like, but nice looking.

Stubble update: Shag-me-rotten

Along my journey, I came across a camp of Uruks and managed to steal some weapons they had stolen from a local blacksmith. Managed to kill all of them, very happy with that fact.

Uruks Killed: 13, V.Good.

I'm still wandering around, but I do believe I'm headed in the right direction as now all I see are plains filled with big boulders, would this be Rohan?

Forever yours,

Shieldmaiden:

Lord Aragorn has tried to keep me occupied by teaching me elvish.  He said it would be worth my while to learn.  It certainly is an interesting language. 

Thank goodness you are well!  I have been worried sick about you!  Perhaps now the Dwarf and Elf will stop making indecent proposals towards me.  The other day, Legolas said something to me in elvish, and I wasn't quite sure if he told me my hair looked nice, or that I was to throw him down and shag him rotten.  Whichever it was, it recieved an off look and a five minute talk about shampoo.

V. sorry to hear about your company.  My deepest condolences.

Must warn you, however.  Much of Rohan looks the same, so you could very well be wandering about the Mark.  After a description of you to Eomer and Legolas, and Eomer finally realizing that you are in fact the brother of Boromir, he vollunteered to ride out and find you.  I told him over my dead body.  Have been getting terribly disturbing looks from Eomer ever since.  I think he's just jealous, which is in itself terribly disturbing.

Send word as soon as you reach Rohan's borders, dear Faramir.

Always,

Steward:

I must apologize to you, my lady Eowyn. I have not been fair to you as of late. *sigh* Ran into a squadron of Uruks after last message....unfortunately, I was captured and my men were all killed. They allowed me to live because the White Wizard apparently wanted to have a 'chat' with me. Luckily, Uruks aren't too bright. I managed to escape just now and am trying to make my way back towards the land of Rohan.  Those blasted Uruks have taken me farther out of my way than I had intended they would and I fear I am lost.

On the upside, I did manage to kill two of them as I was escaping, couldn't very well let them get off with nothing after killing all my men now, could I?

Uruk-hai killed: 2, with bare hands, no less. V. Good.

Manly Stubble update: Very shaggy, must find razor soon.

I'm glad that you managed to make the future king of Gondor look like a future king. Curious as to how Legolas managed to get him to shave...then again, not all THAT curious.

You are free to describe me to the nancying elf, but be sure to add that I shall take no part in his shin-anagans when I reach you. Did I spell that word properly? *tsk* My mind must be wandering.

Yours forever,

Shieldmaiden:

It is done.  Legolas and I ambushed Lord Aragorn today with buckets of water and some soap.  He seemed... less than pleased.  However, his appearance is much improved.  His hair actually LOOKS like hair now, and Legolas somehow convinced him to shave.  The Dwarf thought it was terribly amusing.  The Dwarf still frightens me.

Congratulations for you battles with the Orcs.  I'm sure Lord Aragorn will be green with envy.

Being King is not all it is cracked up to be, Faramir dear.  I'd rather you be a Steward, anyway.

Legolas is practically prancing around my room at the moment.  What puzzles me is how he even got in here in the first place.  He keeps nancing over here to look over my shoulder at what I'm writing.  He seems awfully interested in what you look like, and why you're writing to me.  Aren't you in for an adventure once you arrive here. 

I'm planning to lure Legolas into the cellar this afternoon.  I'm trying to convince Eomer its for the best.  Eomer is spending far too much time with said elf, and is developing a similar pout.  Deeply disturbing.

Can't wait for you to get here.  In desperate need of an intelligent conversation... I can't talk to myself ALL the time.