...I Anglachelm of Gondolin, In search of my sister and fate has ever been on my tail, had gone east some years ago. For those who were lucky to not hear the most disturbing of news, i apologise greatly now as they too will learn what happened.
My Lords and Ladies, we have been living in strange times. Neither the darkness have had a total victory on our light, nor the light of Valar could triumph over the darkness of Morgoth entirely.
I see many loremasters among ourselves and as it is little secret to them, his evil seeds can be seen in the middle-earth. Two ages after his defeat, WE do not see his body or hear his voice fortunately. However we feel that his lies burrowed deep into the races. Even now, there are differences between first and second children of Ilûvatar, and sometimes even dislikes are existed. Such have caused many grieves already.
In my travels i have seen his black arms in the land.
*looks down for a moment to continue and he chooses his next words more carefully*
When the city was lost, and the black kings armies was there, like many others i had my family members killed or captured. Only to be tortured in the mines of Angband afterwards.
My poor sister Anguirelm was one of them and it took me a lifetime to find a clue about her fate. But i did. I found her in Lindon an age ago. She was so mentally broken in the captivity of Angband that she couldn't even use the words of our own. She couldn't say her own name even...
*looks up with welled tears, visibly remembering her in Lindon*
For many years, like a child we, Vanimar, taught her how to speak, how to feed herself, how to live. But her memories and the darkness of the Black king were greater than our own Noldor light, now i came understand. I should have given her more care.
We thought we were... successful in our cure but unfortunately that was not so. Neither she found peace in our halls, nor she could in Lindon, in Lord Cirdan's watchful eyes.
And one day word arrived that she have broken the peace in Lindon and fled north, alone. Like Nienor under the spell of the great worm. Heading to the same direction.
Then I had to give a swift decision between my duties as a Lord in the house, and a brother. Fortunate for my eldar that they were needing my help less than my sister was. And I followed her to whatever end. She was my only true blood kin that was alive and i had to... I traveled in the fields of Lindon, farms in the north, in the frozen lands of the north... But in vain. She was not there. She was traveling to the east. Something in the east was pulling her to itself. And almost exactly five years of the sun ago, i came to Imladris for some days. Ladies Gwillwileth and Isilmewen and Isoldis would remember those times. Then I traveled to the east.
*looks down and shakes his head, a shadow is passing over his eyes*
I was expecting the worst and have found worse than that... My Lords and Ladies, it is a shame to say, that the east is on the move. Its a puddling furnace of weapons, cruelty, barbaric tribes and firestorms! The eyes of Arien the Sun gazes so fiery to there that there are deserts within the land. Strange beasts of burden i have seen, which are not known to Eldar save some the wisest. I have seen Variag tribes killing fellow men for fun and i have seen the size of their armies. I have seen their banners and heard the oath of allegiance they have sworn.
Here... a piece of cloth from their settlements, a token of their masters gratitude to them :
*reveals a dirty cloth flag covered with blood and sweat. But a lidless red eye is visible in the middle.*
To my view, Easterlings of Rhun, united two and a half month ago under one banner, fields at least fifty thousand cavalry at arms. And this army was moving to the south, as far as i could observe from distance.
Anyway, then i moved inwards in that cursed land and disguised myself as much as i could. For my search was not over. I learned of the land, even have i learned their language to a level. And arrived the tent city of which the locals call Ugjurumhchi And there i heard rumors of my sister.
A Fey they were calling to her and her bright light gave unease to their eyes. Angu was alive! and nearby! There i have found her in chains, in a slave market... And paid golds for her. I.. have saved my sister with the coins my father inherited to me. But her mind was worse then ever, I'm afraid that she is forever lost and no cure can be found for such dark calls.
Because, to my belief, Anguirelm was following a secret call. She was without hesitation, heading to the dark places in the south. The places, that i will not utter their names here. And fortunately in the end i have saved her. And i brought her like my slave under disguise. Few of the locals did suspect and i have made my way to Lorien.
There Lady Galadriel, the jewel of Noldor accepted my begging and taken my sister to her preserving. If a cure is left for a broken mind, i'm sure that will be found in the borders of Laurelindorenan. But for that too i am not very hopeful.
And i am here. Back from desert, coming from fire and bloody fights. My shield has splintered and armor is now bent.
But my heart...
It is ever glowing in happiness that i have laid my eyes once more to the most noble folk of the Eldar of Imladris, that left in the realms.
*raises his goblet with a stern face and once more he smiles, indicating that he is truly back*
