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( At some point during his work-day, Thranduil will notice that a folded paper has been slipped into his clothes—likely early that morning. It doesn't look as if it was written recently, however, and upon reading it he can probably guess precisely when: it is his story of Luthien transcribed. Some parts are more paraphrased or guessed at than others (it looks as if she might've missed part of the start), and occasionally she was guessing at the spelling of various particular details. There are occasional editorial remarks (our mantle is also green), but for the most part she wrote what she heard.

Specifically, what she had listened to, sitting in an armchair in her rooms in Skyhold, very specifically not wearing the shirt she returned later that night. On the back of it, she's written: )

I wrote down the one you told me when you were in Halamshiral as well, but I had to do it from memory and I paraphrased most of it. G.