Aurthiel

Why are you so afraid of your destiny?
Why so unnerved of your strength, it seems
Anyone else in your position would be eager
You are a commander, you are a leader

You're cautious and clear, your judgement is wise
You never gave into fear, and you value life
You are the blood that keeps our unit's heart beating
You are the energy keeping this unit moving

You are more than your shell
You are a soft, gentle, kind soul
You are beautiful as a Maiar queen
You are a caretaker, make things whole

One of the Noldor, who has seen the Light of the Two Trees, this high elf is aged and old. Thus, it makes sense that she would carry many, many names.

Alasiel.
Quenya: Day Maiden.
"I am Alasiel. A pleasure to meet you, hir!"
The Quenya mother name given to her when she was born in Tirion in the Years of the Trees. Alasiel bore the name until Quenya was banned in Beleriand, then changed it to her Sindarin version.

Forever I have yearned for you
Forever have I longed for your love
Forever have I cried for you
Forever I have craved your touch
The seldom few times we shared had not been enough

Forever have I asked for you
Forever have you turned me down
Forever have I wanted you
Forever have you poisoned me with doubt
You are the traitor I must live without

We were young and impressionable, weren't we?
We were young, filled with wrath and grief
With spirit you march with the fire
With regrets I walk through the ice

Why...

We were young and impressionable, weren't we?
We were young, filled with wrath and grief
With spirit you march with the fire
With regrets I walk through the ice

You cared, you loved me, didn't you?
You defended me, I defended you too
So why did you start the fire?
Why did you leave me to die in the ice

You are a reckless one, free in the wind

No stuffy libraries, no confining buildings for you

You are an adventurous one, since you were but a kid

Nothing but the open plains, nothing but the gaping seas

The cold, oh! The cold, it bites
All around me and in my young heart
Chill me, burn me, break me, take me
The sorrow runs deep as the frosty waves below, pounding and harsh.

Alone, so cold and alone. 
Bitter winds sweep around my thin skirt, I am a glacial stone
Yet, in the apathies of this curse, I sense one thing
The rough yet warm cloth wraps around me

The night air bit my skin. Winds caressed me, blowing my blonde hair in my face. The stars sparkled like Noldorin jewels as I darted through the field. I had snuck out. I had waited for my parents to fall asleep, then I slipped from the house, and from town, to explore. Ah, yes, the wind ruffled my nightgown. I pulled it up, my bare ankles getting stained by the tall grasses. I ran, laughter filling the meadows as I tasted freedom.

Fire, terror, destroys my home and plunders

A dark shadow, dark lover, pulls me under

I was happy, then I was lost

I was glorious, then I was rot

Regrets are my friends

I remember the bitter end

I carry on these long months

I feel despair, can I have it my way for once?

My house is crumbled, my crafts are stolen

All I have built up has been torn down, fallen

In need of power, ring of flounder

All I have built up is nothing but ground powder