Written at Iethana
On this day -
Of the - Age
Elvenking,
I believe I have found a solution to our predicament. I return to you the white gems of Lasgalen which you prize so highly, gifting them to you in the same pristine condition in which they were passed to me through my mother and grandmother.
You will grant me this one favour: that you keep your renewed ownership of them private, that none in my court or my kingdom may be any the wiser. To this end, I have had replicas made for my own adornment, so that the jewels which have long symbolised the royal house of my people may be seen still as a talisman by my countrymen.
Having relinquished the gems into your keeping, I consider the matter closed. Naturally there will be no further necessity for talk of a marriage arrangement.
I wish you well, Elvenking.
By her own hand,
Berwe, Queen in Iethana.
Written at Mirkwood
On this day -
Of the - Age
Berwe,
A brave attempt. I applaud it.
However, you will marry me, gems be damned, if I have to march my army to your gates, lay siege to your palace, and drag you in chains to my realm to kneel before my throne.
I trust I make myself clear?
By his own hand,
Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm.