Forgive a prince his silence. My thoughts preoccupy me more than they ought. Come sit with me a while in the sunshine tomorrow. Even if it is only by a window of the commons, anywhere that I am with you seems as sweet as Valinor to me. I will sing you the song here. I heard it in Caras Galadhon, the City of Trees, the City of Light and Song. It is sad, but I think you shall like it greatly.
gîn ernil
[The second page is full of calligraphy, painstakingly written and illuminated:]