Dearest Niece,
I am pleased Artaresto is back in the clouds, where he belongs. I do not doubt his joy at seeing his Atar and Finrod again was due to the fact that he will no longer need to rule anyone.
I am sorry you share my curse. You deserve better, for you would have picked a different fate if you were offered a choice.
I made my decision not to marry Andreth based on careful consideration, an excess of foresight, and a healthy respect for the customs of our people and the laws of the Valar. Perhaps I wanted to emulate Finrod and Artanis's wisdom. I realize now that my caution was more foolish than my boldness could ever have been.
Are you horrible because you watch the sky, waiting for Gil-estel to fall? Perhaps. But I assure you I am worse, because I am preparing for it.
I am not in Tirion now because I do not think Atar, or anyone else, would enjoy watching me train with sword and bow from dawn to dusk. I have found a colony of Sindar who do not mind crossing blades with me on occasion. They are adjusting to not having the Shadow constantly bearing down on them.
When Morgoth comes back, I will be ready. In the meantime, I refuse to sit and mourn or wander and lament.
Perhaps you can visit me. I will teach you if you wish. Preparing for the world's end might give you a spark of hope, as odd as that sounds.
Please refrain from telling your father of my offer. I have no desire to return to Mandos' care.
Take heart, Finduilas. I do not believe the Valar to be so cruel as to separate us forever from those we love.
Give your family my best wishes.
Aegnor
According to Tolkien's mythology, someday Morgoth will escape from the Void where he was locked away, the Star of Earendil will fall from the sky, and there will be a big battle. Maybe then, mortals and immortals will be reunited again.