"That was fun."

"It was. I can't think what else to try. I feel like I'm not properly taking advantage."

"We could steal some of Maedhros's ideas but I feel disappointed in myself for not thinking of anything."

"Oh, Maedhros has mentioned foods he misses from Tirion, I should ask the leaves to taste like those and bring them home." She collects some.

"Ooh, that's a good idea. There's some Asgardian spices I haven't encountered here, maybe those would be popular." Leaf collecting!

Once they have bundles of leaves Lúthien asks "...do they even work outside Lórien or do they revert to leaves."

"...I guess we'll find out."

"Ready to go?"

"In a minute, actually, I said I'd take some letters for someone."

"Ah, okay."

I am.

Letters?

Thank you. Are any of these for anyone else...?

Anyone else who'd be in a similar space mentally and need them, yes.

Okay. Anything else before I go?

They're all still well? As much as can be?

Yes.

She nods. That's all.

And Lúthien scurries off to reassure her father that she's in one piece.

And Loki goes with an invisible stack of letters to see if Maedhros is alone.

He isn't, but extricates himself. Hey.

Hey. Your mother got some people to write - generic, not personalized for you, she didn't say it was you - letters from-and-for ex-residents of Angband. Might be incriminating if you think people are reading your mail, though.