Telvon

Like a black, velvet blanket, the night sky lay draped over Eriador. Bright stars dotted it, causing patterns in the sky. Within a clearing in the middle of the forests to the North of the Shire, an Eldar maiden lay on her back in the soft grass, peering up at the constellations that guided her on many a journey through Middle Earth. She and her sister would often navigate by them, if travelling by night was the safest of options.

The great Doriath, kingdom of the grey elves, was in ruin. The Feanorian Noldor came, reclaiming what they thought was theirs. Easy it was for them to reclaim a silmarils from their lesser kinsmen. Afraid they were  to go and claim it from the crown of Morgoth... While a mortal man did it out of love, to obtain a far greater jewel.