Tell me of good tidings. Describe to me the beauty of Imladris, that I might see her in my mind's eye. Lest I spend the next ten years rebuilding Gondolin on this dining table.
Perhaps I shall do so anyway. City of my heart.
[added] I am much troubled. Though I shall not ramble or burden you unnecessarily. I find nighttime to be remarkably ill-suited for sleep, for is it not perfect to lay here and think? To be undisturbed in the quiet, for hours on end. [...] It is the perfect storm to create madness, swimming in one's own thoughts, fears and doubts. [/]
[Filtered; Fëanor] Lord, uncle
I have a request. Indeed, it is more task that is better suited to one of your skill than any other. If you are willing - I wish to break this garnet crown and repurpose her jewels for a crown more befitting a Noldorin king.
It was made by Sindarin smiths, but our skill with jewels are inferior to our skill with blades.