Invitation

My Dearest Kendrah,

I am so pleased Leggs is beginning to accept his role in our Primary World. The King has high hopes that with continued open communication and support of his friends, Leggs will continue to get a grip on our Reality.

And now for my bad news. We just received a formal invitation from Gladders inviting us to spend a week in Lothlorien to celebrate some obscure Elven autumn festival. Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't the Elves frown on leaves turning gold and brown and falling from the trees?! Not that leaves in Lothlorien EVER fall, not when the freaky Elf-Witch secretly uses her Ring of Power to keep time standing almost still in her domain!

Of course we have to go, but I can't imagine it's going to be pleasant. I knew I was in trouble when the invitation came addressed to "Elessar and Guest"! Honestly, she's not very subtle! And the King is insisting we have to wear our royal colors the whole time, so it's black and silver for me for a week. Not that I mind the black, it is slimming after all, but we'll look pretty boring and severe next to all that flouncy white silk they tend to wear. The King says that by wearing coordinating outfits, we'll make a statement of solidarity and commitment to each other and to the Realm, but it feels a little Grr-animal to me. I supposes he's right. I will choose to look on it as a confirmation of my status rather than some weird possessiveness on his part. In any case, I'm getting a brand new wardrobe out of the deal.

The worst part will be sitting around doing needle work and listening to laments with Gladders and the girls while the boys go off hunting, apple-picking and whatever else they do at theses things. I will must make a vow to be polite, demure and sweet-as-pie. (I also plan to bring a bottle of good scotch in hopes that Celeborn and I can escape the protocol and drink away our sorrows!)

At least Elladon and Elrohir plan to attend as well and they are always fun. I hope they like scotch too! I need to get back work and start organizing my marketing plan. I hope to talk with you soon!

Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne

Once more with Drama

My Dearest Corwynne,

The King's counsel of Leggs seems to be working. Leggs has not been happy about it, but does now see that this is less threatening than when I was married. Things had been going along pretty well for several days. He wasn't his normal "happy" (for Leggs this means brooding) self. He was a bit more down than usual, but that is to be expected.

Then, well, there was a problem...He popped in while I was reserving my flight for October and saw that I was only reserving one ticket. He thought that he would come with me and we could hang out in the city whenever the Loud One was busy with something else. I think I narrowly escaped a hearth-like moment by explaining that he doesn't really need a ticket and that if I have any time where the Loud One is otherwise occupied he is more than welcome to pop on in and we can go see the Empire State Building or something. He seems optimistic.

So, as you can see, everything is on track for the trip in October. Let's just hope that Leggs can handle it as well as he is pretending he can.

Hope all is well in the White City, give my thanks to the King for all his help.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah

Men

My Dearest Kendrah,

I am afraid my last missive was a bit too high-handed. I do like the Loud One, very much so. And I do appreciate the odd notion that some people prefer their boyfriends to be visible and corporeal.

My main concern was not your "relationship" with the Loud One, more with Leggs's delusions. That's why I sent the King to him. Aragorn has a much better grasp of 21st century human social dynamics, and my hope is that he will find a way to explain these things to Leggs in a way that he can understand.

While I fully support your rights to a flesh and blood boyfriend, I still have some responsibility for the Fate of the Worlds, so it's my duty to point out dangers as I see them. (Living with a Ranger has that effect on a person). It is the hope of King, myself, and a couple of old guys with beards and pointy hats, that Leggs can learn to appreciate you for who you are and that if chooses to commit to you, it comes with Real World strings attached.

I am certain that with the King's counsel and our support, you two will work things out. (And I sincerely hope it is before your visit to the Loud One in October! I don't if I can bear a return to the "Time of the Hearth")

Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne