If I’m still on “Of Ingwë”, a confession then – I don’t know where I should end it. But if I do go all the way to the founding of Valmar instead of splitting it into sequels, there is this line from close to that ending:
Mahtamë came out onto the field, her arms uncovered. The silvery lacework of scars still webbed across them, fainter perhaps, and matched the dress she wore, which was gifted from the Valie Estë, a garment soft and grey, floating like mist and trimmed in lace.
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