Tengwar script, written in an elegant yet heavy hand sprawls over a sheet of fine pale parchment, embossed along the top and bottom margins with what appear to be vines of roses. The stationary is expensive, yet used with little care to relay an almost insultingly brief response.
Landeg,
It is good to hear from you. I only wish you wouldn’t write so formally. I should've hoped that we had proceeded beyond that stoic turn of phrase by now. But, then again, things are always shifting.
You forget that I may pass between the tiers now. Not freely, but freer than before. Were you to study I would find a way to come to you. You know I would. Have we not always broken rules together?
There are many things I wish to write, but halfheartedly I know they will fall on deaf ears. Perhaps you think me cold; I am not.
Landrem, I am not the only one who has grown. I have grown successful, and you, foolish. A complaint that hastens no action is a breath wasted. I would rather we speak in person. I will see you on the first of Nárië at noon. Bring calda, and don’t be late.
Yours,
Image made by Landrem's player with Måns Björkman's Eldamar font.
