Oh Moon, Ye Which Stirs My Long Memory

A simple question it was. However, as with much that is simple, the answer was not easy. He knew she meant no harm, but they who are young so rarely know the full weight of what they ask. Even among the eldar, Haldaer mused to himself. He raised his ancient grey eyes to the moon. It no doubt had prompted her query, shining unhindered in the cloudless night. Isilohtar, he who was called the moon warrior. Why? Why she had asked, with innocent eyes of one in her youth. Incapable of comprehension regarding his years. Haldaer closed his eyes and took a deep breath full of pain from ages past, and bowed his head. Then he spoke. 

"Telperion, love of my eyes ere the day I was born in Tirion, in far away Valinor, brought his light to my family's heart." Haldaer could sense her confusion and curiosity. She knew not where his speech went, but she longed to discover it. "Then, came the darkness, He and his allies brought down the trees and robbed the world of their light. When I looked upon the moon, on that first night, as it rose to take its place among the stars that my heart gained some measure of hope. Here, I said, is the light of fair Telperion renewed. From that day onward, it has been the companion of my house. It listens to our sorrows, and as we dwindled, guided us home to where the darkness can reach us no more."