Act II, Part IV: Garlands of Dawn and Twilight
In the years following the War of the Elves and Sauron, Tinnurion chose to leave the holly trees of Eregion and wander eastward once again. But no passage could he make through the realm of the Dwarves, for their doors were shut, and this he lamented. Instead, he took the long road over the mountains, taking the pass of Caradhras. Here they mastered cold winds and deep snow, the like which no mortal could so easily endure, and travelled all the way to a vale near a great lake, which the Silvan Elves of Lórinand called Nanduhirion, for their speech was now that of the Sindar. Here he enjoyed little cover from the sun, though the vale was yet forested and bloomed, but great liking he took to the dim streams of the silent lake, where a lonely stone stood watch, and where he remembered his love for starlight, seeing the stars shining so bright, as they ever have, in lake Mirrormere.
And this love so pure at last defeated the tormented memory of Hinneneth, to whom his thoughts had often strayed by night and day since the day they parted, so that at last he cared no more for her fate, but instead returned his love twofold to his companions, with whom he sought cover from the sun wherever he could find it. But in his heart he longed to stay close to the Dwarven realm of Khazad-Dûm, to which was allowed no entry during the course of the eight years' war, and therefore he chose to never wander too far from its eastern entrance.
But they stayed clear from the southern woods, for there lay the realm of the Silvan Elves, fair of face and hair, and to whom had rallied many of the Sindar and some of the Noldor in the wake of Beleriand's and Eregion's destruction. Here ruled Amdír, Lord of Lórinand, and here also was harboured the beauty and wisdom of Galadriel, to whom had come one of the rings of power, though that was all but unknown to them. Galadriel was revered among the Silvan Elves of the region, and even King Amdír was in awe of her, though his love went out to another.
For the duration of the war they lived near each other, but in stark opposition, and should there have been those who knew them both, they would have said they were like night and day, so unlike in appearance were they. But to others they might have appeared alike also, for their love of starlight was of equal measure and they relayed no thought of leaving Middle-Earth. Yet to the Silvan Elves of Lórinand Tinnurion ever remained dispassionate and the time of his dealings with them lay yet far off into an uncertain future.
