Author's Note: Trigger warning, liberties have been taken with lore.  

 A fine boned hand held the ring up to silvery starlight. Cleverly fashioned from the finest mithril, it depicted two serpents entwined in eternal combat. One wore a golden crown, and the other fought to consume it. Thin, hard lips, once full and sensual, curled in a slight sneer. He exhaled a low snicker,

Mother and Father,

I have not written in a long time. I haven't had the heart for it, I felt it was useless. But I have begun writing again. So much has happened but I feel I do not have all the words to describe it all. I will tell you the most recent of happenings.

“Who are you?” I called out. “What do you want?”

So blue its waves, my heart so blue
The sea lays wide its mighty calm
There is no joy in this realm
To the grey ship’s bold crew

Eldar await this night at shore
They will embark at break of day
Around the fire’s warmth sing they
To this world just once more.

(Naergon's tribute verse to Tyelalalmë -from Celoslind story- by the sea shore)

You came towards me with steps so light,
So airy, that the wind has hide
With song of leafs their sweet approach
Until a step behind.

My glance I turned and light I’ve seen
Like that of stars but sweeter still
Your face of gilded  silver shine
Like in night’s sky Isil.

Your scent was that of cold clear dew
In blooming glades beneath the yew,
At dawns of spring, when songs arise
Where mighty forests hide from view,

Your voice like silver song of flute

The following entry is messily scribbled onto a page of her tattered journal.

What’s In A Name?