hravanis

Ethuilon,

Spare me your apologies. I'd rather your sworn word that it won't happen again, and I don't care how harmless you think it would have been. One philosophical conversation is no basis for

Everything about the choice of parchment -- not paper -- for this letter, the unfailing perfection of the calligraphy, and the signet of the Order of the Pillar is presented with ballgown formality.

Angrinc
Guest Quarters, Imladris

My most esteemed mortal comrade:

In the beginning of the second age Hrávanis did make a long and arduous and lonely journey east, far past Rhun and on to where she thought she remembered Cuivienen to be. She found salt flats and petrified trees haunted by the remnants of Utumno that stood dead but still malicious over it. It was unrecognisable in sunlight, but when night fell she found parts of it quietly familiar. The salt flats even reflected the stars a little, reminiscent of the lake’s surface.

Hrávanis has had a very long time to craft and refine her view of the world and her place in it. She has quite a lot of unique perspectives and positions of understanding when it comes to such questions, not just for her yawningly long life but even for how that life began. Loss and struggle were very early introductions and, even before Morgoth’s intervention, Hrávanis lived a life that was in no way magnificent or mighty.