How are you? I write to you in haste for there is much work for me to do. I do miss you so and hope your beloved is treating you kindly. Alas, how I miss Amarie, but my task now shall keep my thoughts from dwelling upon her, at least a little while.

Ah, I have yet to give you the news. I found it! The cave of which King Thingol spoke, and the Dwarven folk have agreed to allow me leave to build a fortress of my design. It shall be as glorious as Menegroth. I wish you might see now the plans I have for this land, but they are much too extensive to be recreated. I look forward to your approval once it reaches fruition, and request one thing more of you.

My home is your home. Will you join me in Nargothrond? Your beloved is welcome as well. I hope you might at the least come to see it when I have finished.

Until then, I shall close my correspondence with the name given to me by the Dwarves, for they have accepted me almost as one of their own, despite my ability to hit my head on the stalactites in the caves.

May your paths be green and the breeze behind you. Be careful, dearest sister.

Yours truly,