A/N: I'm not making money off of this
My Lord,
When you read this letter, I will already be far from this place.
Declarations of love flow over your tongue like sweet wine, but I am not easily fooled. You speak of hair the color of midnight, blue-grey eyes which spark with light, and a brave spirit. Your words paint an image of the one you love, but it is not my image. I am not the woman you love.
It would be so easy to believe your fair speeches. Believe me when I say I wish I could. I wish I could love you. I wish I could bring you the peace that has eluded you since you were born. But I cannot. Nor can I pretend to; that is unfair to both of us.
May you meet her again someday. Do not give up on hope. Hope is all that people like us can hold on to.
I must fly now to my beloved. He journeys to the very heart of hell, and I must walk beside him. Please do not attempt to waylay me.
Tinuviel
From the "Tale of Beren and Luthien"Luthien wrote this note before she escaped with Huan.
The other lady that is referred to in this letter is Aredhel. For anyone who is a canon purist, you might possibly assuage your conscience by remembering that although Aredhel's heart did not belong to any of Feanor's sons, this does not necessarily mean one of their hearts can't belong to her.