The Book of Pome: June 3, 1006
By Jay Young
Posted: 2/4/2008
Dearest Wethrin,
Your fears are enough to blind even the sharpest hawk. You worry as to whether we shall be remembered either as deliverers or oppressors, but I submit to you that each is utterly unimportant if we do not survive long enough to make impression in the first place. If a voice whispers imperceptibly to you of impending war, it shouts so deafeningly to me that it wakes my deepest slumbers. Make no mistake, my friend, war is coming. Minas Tirith is but a child’s rattle shaking compared to the destruction that will be wrought. You say we need allies? Be assured that you will find none in Gondor who would do more than cower before the tidal wave. The Black Army’s strength is that of a tornado that rips mercilessly through a pitiful thatched village. The great king Barrulla II is indeed the only force in our world that will give it pause. But added together, the world need only be divided among them for none shall withstand their onslaught.
That is why I have spared no haste in moving forward. Last week I rode and spoke at length with the Gatekeeper. Wethrin, my trusted friend, do not be afraid for our interests are aligned. His knowledge will empower us to choose the side which will most benefit our kinsmen. I plan soon to meet with him again and seek further counsel. Join with me in building defenses unto ourselves which will stand as mithril walls against our enemies. Time is of the essence and wasting it on Berendor or any of his foolish friends would be to throw ourselves upon our own swords.
May our God protect us as we move forward into these mysterious uncharted waters. The veil of darkness which blinds men in these crucial hours will turn brother against brother and condemn both our bodies to slavery and our souls to hell if we do not act decisively. We must be certain in the face of uncertainty, we must be impervious in the face of trepidation, and above all, we must be resolute in the face of madness. Sir, I pray that you are doing well.
Yours Truly With Honor and Courage,
Maethor
P.S. Tell your son congratulations on winning the Tan-ji contest. I could think of no other more deserving pupil.
