Dear Uncle,
Greetings from your family in Tirion. Things are going well, if not peacefully. Atar loves climbing the rocks, cliffs, and mountains which surround our home. He is obsessed with exploring every inch of elevated terrain he can find. I believe he is trying to make up for his time in Mandos. Amme' has begun to realize that her efforts to tie him down are futile. She has reluctantly given up.
I often accompany him, but I also enjoy having my feet firmly on the ground.
When are you coming home? I do not begrudge you your travels, but I miss you.
You understand me. You do not look at me with puzzlement and wonder why I am not relishing life in Aman. Why I cannot find peace. Why I will never find peace.
Daily it seems as if someone returns from Mandos' Halls. People are beginning to hope that they too will meet their loved ones soon. I am not permitted such hope.
Was it truly so wrong to love a mortal? Is this my punishment? Am I horrible for sitting here waiting for the stars to fall?
Safe journeys.
Your niece,
Finduilas
Takes in Aman sometime after the Silmarillion.
Finduilas fell in love with Turin, a human.
Aegnor fell in love with Andreth, a human.
I thought they had a lot, tragically, in common.