To Lord Glorfindel, The Blond scout of the House of the Golden Flower who has been breathing thin mountain air for too long,
Greetings, my friend.
You truly censored your own letter? You are an idiot.
Let me refute your slanderous allegations concerning me and my house. We have already established the unfortunate issue of your intelligence, and I would not, in all seriousness, question your valiance, but your third charge is disgraceful and I demand an immediate apology. There may be some, my own sister included, who find themselves blinded by the glint reflected off your hair. But in my vast experience, I have discovered that Noldorin ellith prefer their warriors to be tall, dark, and handsome. I will let this matter rest, however, until we meet face-to-face.
I suppose I should not be surprised a Vanya finds the mountains intoxicating. Although I am much more partial to sea and gently rolling fields, I trust your judgment when it comes to matters of beauty—again I allude to my sister.
Prince Turgon is currently choosing his intrepid explorers. He has forbidden Lady Aredhel from accompanying him five times now. This means that you should expect her ladyship among our party.
I am certain I will see you soon after this letter arrives, so I will conclude it now.
Your friend,
Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountain, Captain of the Prince's Guard, whose title alone speaks for itself
This letter was written in response to the previous one.
I said 'Prince' Turgon because his dad was the current king. He became king after Gondolin was built.
Ecthelion's sister is my character. She has a cameo in "Brittle." Don't panic! She isn't mentioned enough to develop Mary-Sue syndrome.