Vanimar

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,

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,

Tolmen was as usual sitting his accustomed place in the hall of fire plying his accustomed trade of insulting anyone who approached him without due deference and drinking the finest vintages of master Sogadan who alternately glowered and cowered before his gaze.

Dear Diary,

Yes, yes, it is late. It is one of those white nights. Norlië's cat Eli is making some very odd and unpleasant noises at me because I am not reclining on my bed. I have had some lengthy conversations with that cat. Of course, the chief topic is Norliriel herself. I told Eli that I miss her too, that she will be back when she has finished her business, and I am sure that to buy back her cat's favour, she will bring some sort of fish. Maybe salted, as the traveller prepares it, but fish.