"My first blissful memory was the two warm lights that brighten the world I awoke to, the home of the Valar, my ancestral home of Valinor. But only for a short time it seems, was I allowed to grow and prosper under that light with the guidance from the Valar, before everything fell into darkness".

"Following the leader of my house, Fingolfin, into exile to atone for our misdeeds, I had to endure the icy wastes of Helcaraxe and saw many of my kindred perish. And perish they did, not only there, but before the gate of Angmar over many centuries, at the battle of Lahmmoth witnessing the death of Argon, son of Fingolfin. After the battle of the sudden flame, even the great and mighty Fingolfin passed into the hall of Manos, being killed by the valar Morgoth. The despair and death continued when the great elven city of Gondolin fell and with it the son of Fingolfin, Turgon".

"With sorrow following sorrow, I have endured the centuries and battles the eldar have lost to the dark enemy. Unjustly I have fought and been a witness to it all, and survived when better kindred should have survived, instead of me. I am still wandering the middle earth, as the edan’s calls it, fighting the dark enemy were I can, trying to redeem and forgive myself and find my way home through the hall of Manos".

“There will be no ship for me.”