NationStates Jolt Archive


A Bold Embrace, A Bitter Whisper, and the Story Softly Spoken

Tumnore
20-11-2004, 02:06
Gil-Romen sighed as he pressed his thumb to the small indent. There was no sound from the machine; it was not needed, and so the builders had not caused it to utter in a voice at all. The message, he knew, was sent. ICEL had passed over access codes for the MISAT network; indeed, his missive was sent via ICEL diplomatic lines.

That fact alone would likely carry weight; it was strange indeed for one nation to use another's diplomatic access to other states in order to make contact - and even stranger that a nation such as ICEL would allow such a thing.

The message was brief, and sent only to those nations who were Noldor or descended from the Noldor; or were lead by a Noldo or by Noldor; or those who lead Noldor who lived in a nation of others.

Melda Taura Nossë,

Maquenyë tulana Tumnórë; an linquenilda ar envinyatanilmi yerna. Vanyul nirmë antamaurë.

~ Ereinion Gil-Galad yondo Tauratir Gil-Romen, Oraran ilyë Nenyar ar Tumnóri


[OOC: "Dear Mighty Kin; I ask that you come to Tumnórë for discussion and renewal of old friendships. Transport will be provided to those that need it. Signed, Tauratir Gil-Romen son of Ereinion Gil-Galad, High King of All Nenyans and Tumnórëans."]