The exiles of the Ñoldor, and the founding of Nost Giliath
 

        Time continued to pass, slowly stealing away the precious moments of life that the race of men are supposed to hold so dear; and yet, Addie didn’t seem to notice much or care that it was slipping away. The paper atop the wooden board that crossed her lap remained pristine, untouched by the ink that had already dried on the tip of the pen she held over it.

Mortals:  A Case Study (Interrupted Research)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

A careful hand, brush strokes long and tidy to complete the heartfelt note. A bloodless smile as the words are read and reread.

"Dear ones...take care. Not all you love are as they seem. Wheels turn in many places, many hearts. Olds sins, old promises are still remembered. Beware the blade unseen."

The envelope sealed with warm wax, the sigil of the House of Elrond pressed in. A shame the message could not be more direct as of yet...but this should have the desired effect.

I had to see the ashes of my past. There could be no moving on without full recognition that there was no going back. For Waelden and Ethel that was not a concern. Ethel had hardly been there at all, and I was thankful for that fact.