That sounds like a good idea on all counts.

After a while she asks for drawing paper and colored pencils.

They get put in a package on her doorstep.

And she starts including drawings with her notes to Rúmil sometimes - detailed geometric or abstract doodles in two or three colors, mostly, but the occasional remembered scene from New York City, too, row houses and the sunrise over the ocean and the statue of liberty at night, buildings she favored, the entrances to a few hiding spots with particularly picturesque ones, none of it labeled or described.

The notes will compliment her artistry, and sometimes ask questions.

That's the city I lived in after I escaped, she explains. New York. It's the biggest city in the country and maybe in the world. I liked it there but I was afraid it would get too cold in the winter, so I went to a different city that wouldn't get so cold and that's where the trap got me.

Tirion doesn't get cold any time of year. Some places north of here do.

That's good.

The sky there changes more than here, that's why some of the drawings are dark and some are in the light. The yellow thing in the sky in some of the pictures is the sun, that's where the light comes from, and the ones where the sky is colors are sunrises and sunsets, where it's just coming up on one side of the sky or going down on the other.

That's very interesting. We don't have a sun here. 

Yeah, it's really different here. There's probably stuff I haven't noticed yet, too, I'm not great at that. You'll see when the portal's ready, I guess.

We'll tell you all about it.

Would you like to meet anyone in person sometime?

I could.

It has been getting pretty obvious that she's lonely.

Okay. Me?

Sure.

I don't know your language at all.

My people can talk mind-to-mind, or if that scares you too much we can keep passing notes.

We can try it, I guess.

Okay. When would be convenient for you?

Soon? I don't have anything planned.

Okay. I'll come by the next time I'd normally bring a note, if that's okay.

Sure, that's okay.

She only panics a little bit, and then she tidies up - not that she has enough things for it to get untidy, and not that she's left them out of place, but she checks on them all - and sleeps, fitfully, and when the time approaches she unbars the door and sits by the window.

And she knocks on the door.

Deep breaths. She can do this. It's Rúmil, she likes Rúmil. Rúmil's not going to hurt her, probably. Rúmil's not staff, Rúmil's Rúmil.

She opens the door; her eyes flash up to the Elf's face for just a moment - not eye contact, but close - before she averts them and steps aside to let her in.

She walks in. She sits near the door. She has a note; she hands it to her. It says hi.

She bolts the door again before sitting down, eyes still averted. She takes the note and reads it. "Hi," she echoes back, before taking a sheet of paper from the pile she set on the table to be ready for them and writing hi in return.

Do you want to try the mind-speech or would you rather talk like this?

It might be uncomfortable for you, I don't know how much you'd hear.