People might be reading my mail. Hmm. Leave them in Himring for now, I do want to read them at some point.

Okay. She pops to Himring, drops them off in her room in a drawer, pops back.

That was thoughtful of her. And fast, for Valinor.

It's very slidey there but not to the point where I'd think an actual deadline would become meaningless.

...What do you mean?

How did the Valar ever pardon him. Knowing.

Well, Thauron said it was so he'd stop hurting the orcs.

It obviously didn't work out, but yes.

A thousand years. They got a thousand years of peace and presumably no orc suffering out of it. Maybe it ends up coming out worth it.

Maybe.

The trade Thauron offered you, writ large, only they did not ask us to volunteer.

More or less.

And had a better sense of what exactly they were volunteering us for than I think you did.

Possibly. To the extent the Valar understand things in a useful manner.

It'll wait, but I'm very curious about the letters.

I could go get one and sit with you to whisk it away if someone comes by to snoop.

Would you? I'd appreciate it tremendously.

And he sits and reads. Emotionlessly, again.

She sits, she asks Lúthien if the leaves turn out to work, she asks if she should dispense advice on what the Asgardian herbs go on or if people would prefer to experiment.

The leaves work, and advice would be lovely.

Loki is mostly familiar with them as they apply to meat - Asgardian Cuisine: Roast That Beast - but some of them she knows vegetables and fruits they work nicely with.

Lúthien expresses appreciation and thanks her again for the trip.