Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor.
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Vellum everywhere, unscrolled in red and black and gold and blue and green. “I can’t believe you don’t have any maps,” said Glorfindel again, awash with imagined worlds.
“Why?” said Erestor. “Maps only show roads.”
“That’s not –”
– true. Perhaps. But all the outlined rivers and mountains scrawled roads across the unmarked page. You shall walk here, maps said; and: this is the shape the world should be. Stay on the path.
Erestor remembered a world without paths. And watching Dwarves with maps carving the first road beneath Mount Dolmed’s shoulders, bewildered. How could anyone see the stars and be lost?