Later that day, when all of Imladris lay in deceitful silence, Elrond is still trying to make reason of all that he has learned in the morning. Lindir is, for once, quiet, and the musicians have not yet commenced their nighttime ballads, doubtlessly baffled.
With a world-weary sigh, Elrond ponders. Would he dare follow his intuition once more? In all the long years it has proven true, and yet...
Yet he hesitated.
In a sudden burst of energy the lord scrappes a few lines in the very last of his good parchment (and makes a mental note to procure some more. he might need it soon) and sends it via one of the maids to the lady Alassiel.
My lady Alassiel,
I have given great thought to your pledge early today and am forced to bow before your claim. If the lady feels she needs to earn her way in our midst. then it is my duty to provide it. But before I demand of you anything I pray you consider widening your view and knowledge of our ways, of our people. It is high time to mend the gap that you feel between your self and the people you are yet to consider your own.
Therefore I am sugesting that you take the trip to Mirkwood that will set forth in two days' time. Your friend rathmir is going, as you well know, so you shan't feel lonely on the road. Pray do not consider I am casting you forth from this haven, for that is not so at all. My offer stands for as long as you so wish it.
Pray answer at your earliest convenience, the Lord Erestor shall need to be informed before tomorrow's sunset.