- Prelude -

There were two trees, beautiful beyond imagination, sang into existence by the Valar, they were the trees of Valinor, Telperion and Laurelin. Alike the stars, they were the sources of light, a light that shone upon the fair and the good, but where light is cast, shadows are drawn, and in the shadows, the evil forever lingers.

A long time ago, in the year 1298 during the Years of the Trees, long before the age of the ring and the Fall of Gondolin, far to the west across the great sea Belegaer, in the city of Tirion where Finwë ruled, Lírecáno, or Lirgon in Sindarin, and the beautiful Lilwen who danced and sang with Lirgon, were merry. Both where exceptional in their musical skill and many would hearken in peace when Lirgon played and sang, and Lilwen hummed along. Lirgon carried with him a flute that Lilwen had carved out of a tree and from it he played tunes fairer than any tune that was ever played. On the white plains of Tirion, Lirgon and his wife fell in tune together so harmoniously that they had found their love within the melody. They married in Tirion and when they consummated their marriage the stars shone bright. Nearly a century later the begetting of their first child had taken place, and after a year their son was born and Lirgon named him Rillecáno, or Rilgon in Sindarin. It was a pale child with eyes so bright and blue, but also grey and silver and white. However most remarkable was his snowy white hair. Rilgon had shown exceptional wisdom in his first year of life, learning the ability to speak faster than others. Some said it was Lirgon’s singing that caused this. He danced too, to the sounds of the music of Lirgon.

The next year, Lilwen, Rilgon’s mother came forth and claimed she witnessed a prophecy, and she said, ‘From this moment on, he shan’t be known as Rilgon, but as Belegring, for he will endure a great cold, which will save kindred souls.’ Thus rilgon, now Belegring received his Amilessë and took this name and embraced it. 

Years passed rather fast. 42 years to be precise, and Belegring had grown almost to be an adult elf, when another begetting had taken place between Lirgon and Lilwen. A year later Thilgon was born, and he would grow into a cunning elf rather quickly. When Belegring reached the age of 99 and Thilgon the age of 55, the brothers sat on a terrace during the festivities held by Fëanor and Fingolfin where they reconciled, overlooking hill Ezellohar, they talked about the years that had passed and what the future might bring, when they witnessed a peculiar sight. The great trees of Valinor, Telperion and Laurelin, were shadowed by dark clouds and an even darker being amidst it alongside a figure more terrible than anything that Belegring and Thilgon had ever seen, but they were not alone witnessing this act of hatefulness and jealousy. Within no time all the elves on the terraces, balconies and plains of Tirion were staring at the grotesque event on hill Ezellohar. They cried laments, but loudest and saddest of all was the lament of Lirgon for Telperion and Laurelin. And the Lament carried on as the evil Ainu and the otherworldly unlight carrying Ungoliant laid waste to the one light that last shone upon the world. Ungoliant was a terrible enormous Spiderlike monstrosity and would later be the mother to all wretched arachnoid servants of the enemy. She sapped on the trees sating her everlasting insatiable hunger and while Morgoth kept wounding and smiting them one by one to their core, the arachnoid monstrosity sucked up all the blood that came gushing out of the roots of the Trees of Valinor. With every slash the light they shone grey dimmer, until the world was shrouded in darkness, save only the light of the stars. Morgoth and Ungoliant vanished within that shroud of darkness. Soon the tidings of the slaying of High King of the Ñoldor Finwë, by the Ainu Morgoth, reached the city of Tirion and all Ñoldor were in unrest and dismay. It appeared that Morgoth, after he laid waste to the Trees, sped to Formenos and slew High King Finwë and stole the Silmarils. Mighty jewels crafted by Fëanor, son of Finwë. Jewels that held the light of the Trees of Valinor. All the elves were filled with sorrow. Some even with hatred and feelings of vengeance. It was later stated that the murderers of the trees and the High King had fled through a passage in the north that connected Aman to another continent to the east. It was called Endor, or in Sindarin Ennor. Middle Earth. The Valar tried to pursue them, but alas. The unlight that was cast by the sacking of the Trees removed clear sight for the pursuers and the murderers got away. Then Fëanor came to Tirion and there he urged all the elves to venture to the lands to the east, to pursue the king-slayer, to reclaim the Silmarils, and to have vengeance.

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- The exile of the Noldor -

It was the year 1500, during the years of the trees, the exile of the Ñoldor, made their way through the great colds of Helcaraxë, when from icy mists, a figure appeared. For days, Belegring went into the icy cold mists of Helcaraxë, to find a company of missing Ñoldo. And lastly, he returned. He appeared like a ghost, his bright white hair flowing in the wind, his silver-blue eyes were focused on lord Fingolfin, whom Belegring had followed loyally, into Helcaraxë to arrive in the lands of Middle earth, reclaim the Silmarils and have vengeance for the slaying of High King Finwë, and the Two Trees of Valinor, by the wretched Morgoth. As Belegring appeared, Belegaer roared through its waves of cold ice, and it silenced the voices of the Ñoldor, who were caught by surprise by Belegring’s sudden appearance, for they considered him lost, or even death. He had been gone for several weeks. Behind him, walked a portion of the company that went missing, among them was Lirgon, Belegring’s father, and three other Ñoldo. The elves cheered for Belegring, for he had given hope to the exile of the Ñoldor. They continued into the shivering waste of Helcaraxë, valorously they fought the cold and they resisted, unlike Elenwë, who had fallen into bitter water that covered her with ice. Turgon tried to save her, but alas. Elenwë had fallen and from that day forth, the battalion that followed king Turgon, was drenched in sorrow, they shivered with every step, and more Ñoldo fell to the dangerous colds, until at last they arrived in Middle-Earth. As they arrived, the moon rose to the sky. In Mithrim, they set up camp, however they left shortly after, due to the presence of the followers of Fëanor. The years of the trees had come to pass, the First Age had begun.
 

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