Please forgive the abominably long delay that this missive has taken to reach you, but the leagues are long between Eryn Galen (now known as Taur-nu-Fuin) and Bharat (where I now reside), and delivery of letters from East to West is uncertain at best, perilous at worst, as amply illustrated by the powerful political upheavals that your dear Baraneth explained to you.
You do not know me, but like you, I am an elf-woman of the West who now finds herself in an eastern land. Word of your story reached me in Bharat by means of a peculiar fellow (fond of the color blue) who wanders through many countries of the East. He is known as Erfan in Khand, Suman here in Bharat, but he says his names in the language of the Golodhrim (my people) are Alatar and Morinehtar. How and when you spoke to Suman, I do not know, for he is mysterious, which is to be expected of an ithron, I suppose.
The rich details of Baraneth's homeland and its culture, their religious beliefs (their ritualistic use of song resonates with me, if you will forgive the mild pun), their economy, and their customs fascinate me, so much so that I begged Suman tell me your story again and again because I enjoyed it so much. I could practically smell the flowers and the roasting hazelnuts; I could taste the bread and mulberries, although I am curious as to the spices used in that yoghurt sauce. Equally intriguing were the complex political machinations that the Lukhintis must negotiate. The Queen has, to put it mildly, a lot on her plate.
Best of all was hearing of your experience as a Western elleth in an Eastern land, for that is something I, too, have experienced, although I am considerably farther East. You and I were a bit sheltered, I think, when we were young. Although someone close to me once told me many marvelous tales of the East, it is not the same as actually experiencing it and becoming the stranger in a strange land. I am delighted to know that you, too, have discovered that our people — the Firstborn — are just as diverse as our mortal brethren, and that unlike the West, the Firstborn of the East are more inclined to mingle with mortals. I very much appreciated that facet of your tale, as Suman related it to me.
I hope that Suman ventures to Rhûn again so that I may hear more of your adventures and of your deep affection for Baraneth.
As we would say in my adopted country, namaste, Tauriel.
Naryen Mélamírë
Pandë here: I'm not claiming stamps or anything formal with regard to the review challenge (a little late for that anyway), but I could not resist shamelessly indulging in writing a letter from one baggage-ridden OFC to another. ;^)
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Please forgive the abominably long delay that this missive has taken to reach you, but the leagues are long between Eryn Galen (now known as Taur-nu-Fuin) and Bharat (where I now reside), and delivery of letters from East to West is uncertain at best, perilous at worst, as amply illustrated by the powerful political upheavals that your dear Baraneth explained to you.
You do not know me, but like you, I am an elf-woman of the West who now finds herself in an eastern land. Word of your story reached me in Bharat by means of a peculiar fellow (fond of the color blue) who wanders through many countries of the East. He is known as Erfan in Khand, Suman here in Bharat, but he says his names in the language of the Golodhrim (my people) are Alatar and Morinehtar. How and when you spoke to Suman, I do not know, for he is mysterious, which is to be expected of an ithron, I suppose.
The rich details of Baraneth's homeland and its culture, their religious beliefs (their ritualistic use of song resonates with me, if you will forgive the mild pun), their economy, and their customs fascinate me, so much so that I begged Suman tell me your story again and again because I enjoyed it so much. I could practically smell the flowers and the roasting hazelnuts; I could taste the bread and mulberries, although I am curious as to the spices used in that yoghurt sauce. Equally intriguing were the complex political machinations that the Lukhintis must negotiate. The Queen has, to put it mildly, a lot on her plate.
Best of all was hearing of your experience as a Western elleth in an Eastern land, for that is something I, too, have experienced, although I am considerably farther East. You and I were a bit sheltered, I think, when we were young. Although someone close to me once told me many marvelous tales of the East, it is not the same as actually experiencing it and becoming the stranger in a strange land. I am delighted to know that you, too, have discovered that our people — the Firstborn — are just as diverse as our mortal brethren, and that unlike the West, the Firstborn of the East are more inclined to mingle with mortals. I very much appreciated that facet of your tale, as Suman related it to me.
I hope that Suman ventures to Rhûn again so that I may hear more of your adventures and of your deep affection for Baraneth.
As we would say in my adopted country, namaste, Tauriel.
Naryen Mélamírë
Pandë here: I'm not claiming stamps or anything formal with regard to the review challenge (a little late for that anyway), but I could not resist shamelessly indulging in writing a letter from one baggage-ridden OFC to another. ;^)