Directed to Echad Dunann, Eregion, with a waterproofed bundle.
I’m so sorry to have missed you, but I’m glad you’ve an opportunity for proper fieldwork. I’ll be thinking of you at Kapheim III and be sure Helvia hears the comments so she can recite them for you later. She’s coming too, did you know? Well now you do.
Dearest, you forgot your portable core sampler. Here it is. Oh, your compass was left out in the mushroom incubator. And your field glass too, and I believe this is your pocket atlas? Or is it mine? Well, better you have two than none. The hardness picks were for your next birthday, but – oh dear! I’ve gone and spoiled the surprise, haven’t I? You’ll forgive the slip when you see them, I’m sure. Big Nallo went in half on them, so do remember to thank him when you get back. I put in a few notebooks. You never bring enough notebooks. Pay me back later.
I think you’ll find the Eregion strata support my glaciation hypothesis. Try not to be too chagrinned when the data support me. Boronbereth was quite mistaken about the rifting, and I believe the walls of the Hollin valleys will vindicate me. When you find a truncated spur near Gwingris and feel horizontal grooves under your fingertips, follow the undulating curves of the drumlins and eskers to the sweet satisfaction of the terminal moraine. We will discuss it over gingersnaps, and you will tell me at length of Khazad Dum’s deep delvings.
Please, please sample where you may. I simply must know why mithril gathers only in this one spot. Is it the upthrust of the central ridge bringing the hidden treasure of the depths nearer to the crust’s surface, or does the constant heated pressure naturally refine simple silver into something more pure and light, as fire renders wood to charcoal? Or is mithril some alchemical marriage of mineral substances, perfectly suited to each other, but meeting only in the heart of Arda to form a perfection from two broken parts? Or – don’t laugh, I dare you! – perhaps it is the excrement of balrogs.
Stay warm and stay safe. When Telimektar reaches zenith, blow him a kiss. I will send him one to pass back to you. How strange to find you orbiting me. You don’t look like a moon. I’ll see you on the retrograde cycle.
Your own Tinuvist.