Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

A Letter Between pages

Der Silmarill,

I am worreed about you. I herd you are in a place by yourself alon. I want to come and git you, but I am in the hospatal and I kinna leev for a wile. I got hurt frum sum big wolves. I woud tell you mor but I dunt realy ramember nuthin bout it. I no I got a big bit of me tor out and I got stichis holdin me all up tagethir. It hurts to laff and to mov.

I left the hospatal to look fer you in the Hall you always go to. I herd there that you was takin away. It made me sad. Areehim lookd angry also. I dunt think he wuz as angry as me cuz he dint listin to anythin I sed bout the cur fer the plag that ladee sed she coud git frum the alcemist. He sed he coudnt ever git the monees. I got angry and movd too fast and my stichis ript opin. It hurt lots. I yelld at him and othars. I sed if they wuznt gunna git the cure fer you, I woud. I wuz bleedin lots and it hurt me lots to talk. I trid to leev and find that ladee, but my legs givd out on me and I fell down. So I wuz put in the hospatal agin.

Whin I git out, I am gonna do evarythin I can to git you out of the place you are alon at. I baleeve you whin you said you got Missus Arlena curd by the will of Syakala. I no you woudnt lie to me cuz you are a good persin. Evaryon seems to think you are crazee, but I dunt. I will git you out of the lonlee plass. I promiss.

Your Frend
Tzoli

PS I miss you and dunt give up.

Posted by Tzoli at October 17, 2004 03:26 PM