Tolmen

My dear Merenellon,

I have only just received this letter by courier -- I have learned from the earlier incident with the postal courier, you will be glad to hear, and now no matter how much little Daegond barks, I have my mail brought to Pillar Hall instead. Cats do have a way of treating strangers with a sublime indifference of which my poor little anger-sprout is simply incapable.

Only the last word in the signature line was, for obscure reasons, emphasized in red ink.

Dear Quartermaster Golvagor:

I am writing to request some supplies in the event that hir Tolmen should become a guest at the Houses of Healing.

Envandiel stepped from the Hall of Fire and let the door slam shut, her cheeks hot with Noldorin fury. The cold air outside the last Homely House hit her face and she drew her cloak tighter as she walked towards home. 

Litsello ruinë caltaina nauva

She had reached her breaking point that day...

She stirred, awakening in Tham Send. Armor clad, the Noldo blinked dreary eyes open and realized that she was alone.

"Mmph, what time is it?"

This letter is not in the elegant, flowing calligraphy of the Pillar's secretary Sarmëtecil. It is scratched down in haste, as if fear had been struck into the writer.

My honoured liege,

This letter is not in the elegant, flowing calligraphy of the Pillar's secretary Sarmëtecil. It is scratched down in haste, as if fear had been struck into the writer.

My honoured liege,