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Many years have passed since I, my mother and my sister Melethiel have made it to Gondolin after the victorious battle of Dagor Aglareb. Life is simple here, and we live hidden from the sight of every outsider. We were soon sorted into Houses, and now under Lord Glorfindel's banner we are marching. Though Gondolin is free of trouble, I cannot say I am not worried about the rest of my family. I wonder how they are, and if they are alright.
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"Thus ended the Siege of Angband; and the foes of Morgoth were scattered and sundered one from another. The most part of the Grey-elves fled south and forsook the northern war."
[Lothlann. Year of the sun 455, First Age. Beginning of the Dagor Bragollach, Battle of Sudden Flame. Twelve hours after the unleashing of Angband's fires by Morgoth]
Narturme, quelled but not quenched, there is ever fire waiting to be ignited in the hearts of the Exiled, like the heath of a forge, the brightness of flames, a reflection of light. Did you inherit such spark, young Eärcalië?