Family :

Nienorë was born in the year 2561 of the Third Age. She is a very young elf for members of her folk. Last born of her family, Her father 's name is Belegear and mother's name Elwensil. She also has a brother, older, Melethyon. Born in a large and old family, the two children know their destiny : One will be a warrior, the other will be a lady.

Her story :

Now, you find Nienorë in Rivendell, everyone will see in her a young, smiling and calm young Lady. But if you ask someone around you: who are the Ellensar family, and who is this Nienorë, he will ask you to sit down and listen to his singing accompanied by a harp :

Listen, cry, the Ellensar's lord said,

Why so much misfortune ?

Only cupidity and pride,

That's all the disaster.

With a powerful shield and a great sword,

We have always fought,

And power brings grief, my lord,

Our family was dead.

And so I cry ! And so I cry !

I was Lord of Llensar,

But now the rains weep over our hall,

Our family will go out

Yes now the rains weep our hall,

Now that's what I cry,

That's what I cry....

Her life :

Following all these events, Elwensil decided to send her daughter to Rivendell. The goodbyes were difficult. Her mother, bereaved, could not see her daughter, so Nienorë left Celondim alone, without a last look. It was on this path, that, accompanied by her households, Nienorë discovered the pleasure of traveling. Out of sadness, a passion was born.

Arrived at Rivendell, Nienorë was surprised by the beauty of the place. Calm and tranquility calmed her mind and the soft sun helped her recover physically. However, some time later, a messenger came with a letter, this letter was closed by the seal of the Ellensar. She came from her mother.

"My dear child,

You arrived at Rivendell, let the Valar be praised If my life and your father's life is about to end, yours is just beginning. Your father and I pass on our inheritance to you. We would have liked to destroy it. You do not have to wear that damn name.

My dear child, do not let the protection become ignorance, do not let the greatness become pride and do not let the knowledge become vanity.

My dear child, you have the beauty of our family, you are young and curious. Rivendell will give you a better life than we could offer you. Mary, love those who love you and promise us never to look for your brother. Weapons destroy our family. Do not be destroyed.

May be blessed my child."

Reading this letter on a bench of Rivendell, an elf approached slowly. Studying Nienorë's face she gently called. Lady Ealendil spoke to her about Bar-En-Vanimar, at first intimidated, she merely watched the musical evenings from afar, but the more time passed, the more Nienorë seemed to find a new family.