Alqualonde

(After : Another Guest: Another Problem.  )

Gaerion looked from Estarfin to Parnard and back again, his expression bright. Then he laughed softly. 

It was late afternoon when Gaerion, Captain of the Uinenlindë, arrived at Numenstaya. An old friend of my family in Valinor, he had come to Endor with the Host of the Valar, Vanya, and Valinorian Noldor. Unlike the vast majority of his Teler kinsfolk, he had set foot on the shore, participated in the battles, and remained. He had been tasked to bring back certain folk, if they were alive, and so willed.

Aman, Year of the Trees 1495

     The night sky's stars shone like silver dust in the sky. The torches blazed with fire, bringing some minor warmth the chilling midnight. Alasiel pulled her red hood over her head, shivering. She watched her brother, his eyes glazed with admiration. He was watching Lord Feanor as he led the heist. He and the Teleri spoke. Hushed, confused voices which were too far away for the girl to understand. Then, shouting.

Clash of steel.

Sparks.

The young elf desperately parried.

The last strike disarmed him.

Dear diary,

King Finwë was slain, the Two Trees were destroyed and the Silmarils were stolen. Darkness can be felt on every side of Aman. I saw a kinslaying with my own eyes. I, my sisters and my mother and father fought against the kinslayers who desired to steal our ships. My father was slain in front of my eyes. Many of the Ñoldor left Valinor, following Lord Fingolfin and Fëanor. Lord Finarfin would start a march as well, though he returned to Valinor. But I and my sisters and mother went on and caught up with Fingolfin.

He dreamt of a shining face of some ancient spirit, caged within a sullied blade.

And thus spoke the voice that was within the sword: