Greetings Elder Willowheart,
I will lay this plainly before you.
It is exceptionally difficult to organize my thoughts into words. Thus, if this letter seems confusing and incoherent, I ask for your forgiveness.
I apologize for my peculiar and cold behavior after our brief conversation. Many parts of my mind were not ready to accept my destiny. Both of the war, and our pairing. To have the illusion of free will taken from me was exceptionally upsetting. I once believed I was the master of my own fate. It's now clear I am it's pawn.
Through this last lunar cycle I have thoroughly contemplated each. As I have come to the conclusion that fate is unavoidable, I have chosen to accept what has been given to me. It's a responsibility I must address as it's not just my life that is affected. It affects my kingdom, and it affects you.
If you're willing, I'd like to begin exchanging letters. It seems to be the only logical solution to becoming better acquainted while we're apart. If you find this to be unacceptable option, I'm open to any other ideas you may have.
I plan to attend Spring deliberations in Thelmnaes. It's at that time that I would like to proceed with a proper courtship. Again, if you find it acceptable, I would like to call on you while I'm there. If this isn't favorable, please inform me of a more pleasing solution.
I hope this letter finds you well. I also hope you don't have any ill feelings towards me in regards to my irresponsible and selfish behavior.
I look forward to your response, but will be understanding if I recieve none in return.
My humble regards,
John

The heartbeat in her neck was throbbing wildly.
It was surreal. This letter. He'd initiated contact. Engaged in the most unexpected way. Never in the near millennia of her life could she have guessed such an event.
She read it again. Far slower. Taking time to analyze every sentence. He was so forward, direct, honest. It was a shadow of the vision the shield had given her. His words portrayed him as a man of integrity and action. A man of humility. A man that felt just as lost she did and was just trying to make sense of it all the best way he knew how. It awakened the desire she had been repressing since returning to Thalmnaes.
Shakey, uncoordinated fingers struggled to grasp her ink well. She made minute movements with it across the corner of the desk. Her mind used the excuse that it wasn't in the right spot as a way to stall. At last she let it go. Parchment fluttered in her grasp as she pulled it from the side drawer. It was more hesitation as she traced its frame with her finger nails after laying in to rest directly in front of her.
The wide open blankness of it was overwhelming.
Where should she begin? What should she say?
She knew she'd have to reciprocate his honesty. It was only fair. Her own doubts and insecurities would have to be plainly displayed on paper. Nervousness rushed over her. An elf was supposed to be sure and confident. Wise and calm. Unswayed by personal emotions.
In this situation she was none of those things. All she knew was that her visions told her the results, but never the formulas to obtain them. It was a road they were going to have to create themselves. Combined effort was the only way to achieve their goal.
She grasped her quill. With a flighty breath, she began writing.