Leareth sits in a library surrounded by boxes, a roughly-bound book of handwritten notes held loosely in his hands, open to the final page.
Sunlight streams through the window. He had to ask to move to a larger set of rooms, once he started getting ahold of his records from Velgarth, because there are a lot of them. Nearly eighteen hundred years worth; the first fifty years after the Cataclysm are still lost to memory. But not the years before it, not anymore.
Outside in the courtyard, not far away, is permanent Gate-terminus that links Tol Eréssea to Vinyamar. The newer inter-world permanent Gate to Velgarth is more thoroughly secured.
With Fëanáro's new artifact strung from a necklace at his throat, this read-through should be the final one.