To Miss Rowana and to the members of the Grand Order of the Lost Mathom Greetings, My name is Daysi, and I would like to take this opportunity to give thanks. For quite some time I was not aware of your Order. My uncle Radigis had been doing coursework and occasionally I would secretly copy small bits of his lessons to practice on my small scrolls. I received so many compliments that I could now write so much better than previously. This helped me feel confident to continue learning. I hope to continue my studies legitimately with my own coursework if that would be possible. My father used to prod me, or rather, asked me to venture out in the evenings over the large hill into Bywater and try to make new friends. He didn't want me to be lonely while he was away on another one of his traveling adventures. I did as he wished, reluctantly at first. My most favourite event to attend was and still is on Friday at the Green Dragon Inn. Many that attend are from your order making the event so enjoyable. So many people from the Shire attend, from many different families and groups, but when one is there, it feels like one big happy family. Occasionally there are tall folk that visit, which scares me, but I try to hide my fears of them. Having so many hobbits I consider my friends being there, I always feel safe. It doesn't end there, many times members of your order are at the market in town, and anytime I hear they are planning a new event, I try hard to attend with a pretty dress (when appropriate) so I look nice and can have fun with everyone. Each Friday when it is time to leave the Green Dragon, I find myself holding back tears. They are not sad tears, but happy ones. I am glad to have yet again been able to meet with everyone. One never wants fun times to end. It is a bit hard for me when I part ways after the slow pony walk back to the homesteads, and I end up walking to my new burrow alone. The sad moment is but a second, for all I have to do is just remember the wonderful songs all the gifted musicians played. The spirit of friendship that is extended to all. The small whispers of good-natured gossip one might hear while nibbling on a pie. The wonderful dance lessons. A funny joke that someone shared. Poems that warm your heart and have you think of them for days and weeks. I enter the door to my burrow and realize I would never want my home to be anywhere else but here in the Shire. It is with this in mind that I am applying for membership with your Order. It would be a privilege and honour to represent your Order, should I be considered that is, and I hope I could give back in whatever way possible to the community that helped me so much. If this is not possible, please know that I will forever be grateful to you all. Sincerely, Daysi 4 Wending Way, Cornacre, Shire Homesteads Daysi checked over her letter many times hoping she didn't make too many mistakes. She carefully folded it so it would be neat and placed it in a matching envelope carefully and then sealed it with wax. She walked outside to take a long walk to the post, she hoped the messengers would deliver quickly. Now she would have two letters she would be eagerly waiting for, one from the Order, the other from her father.