[Everdawn]

Madea woke late in the day, and returned downstaired to where she already saw Hathorn sitting at a table, breakfast for two was laid out in front of him.

"Hello" said Madea. Hathorn simply nodded his head to say he had seen her. He was bent over a piece of parchment. "What are you doing?" she asked, pulling her plate back in front of her. It took a while for him to answer. "I am writing to your father." Madea almost spat across the table. Her dark eyes shining. "Now! really!"

Hathorn on the other hand did not seem impressed. "Madea, this is very serious. If we want things to go as smoothly as we would like I have to take my time to explain exactly why you are not going to reside in Dol Amroth anymore and marry me and live in Minas Tirith." then he smiled.
"I know, you are right Hathorn, what if it did go wrong? no we musent think such things."

She reached for his hand. "I am very greatful to you, and the sooner we can go the better, so keep writing!"