A Close, yet Unnamed Friend, to the House of Linquëlossë. OOC Authored by Daerundros
Approved Contributors
Daerundros Mélien Linquëlossë
Chronicle Summary
A compilation of all Stories regarding the Noldor-House, Bar-en-Linquëlossë, and it's descendants.
Chronicle Content
OOC: This is just a compilation of all Stories I have done, because quite honestly, they all need sorting out, because it's all a jumbled mess, and I need to clear some confusion regarding all of this.
Through the Year, Me and Daerundros have been in some of the stickiest situations and experiences with all these Story Arcs. During this Period Daerundros has grown and changed several times. The Year was marked with confusing character Changes, OOC Arguments, heated Debates, exciting stories, and various plots as I sought to fulfill my desire for Daerundros to become what she is. I want to thank everyone who has helped achieve my goals and realize that Role-play is not just about creating a shell of yourself to put in another Universe: It is about viewing the World through the Eyes of another.
As you may note, some stuff here doesn't exactly make sense. But some of these Stories count to Daerundros' Character, some don't. All of this are Stories I have written over the Past Year, split into different Arcs. It's confusing yes, but through the next weeks I hope to clean up some things and make Daerundros' entire stories more presentable.
The Eldar, friends to Mankind. The shame to the firstborn.
Is that how I should see them? Perhaps, for they who side with the mortals are fools. Should I still trust them, eventhough I know who they side with? A question that has been bothering me for a long time. The tongue of Mankind can be venomous and they are out to poison our minds like they have poisoned the Eldar.
Strange guests from a distant land have entered the refuge of Elrond Halfelven. What is their purpose here? What do they want? And where do they come from? In the last weeks Imladris has experienced the new and strange culture of these visitors.
Daerundros stared off into the water absent-mindedly, rather unnerved. She did not notice the person in the trees above her much, being far too embossed in her own business to pay attention. The Well of Life, the Hardest Rock on Arda, and the Brighest Light in the World... what were they?
There trumpets sang both long and loud, And challenge rang unto the cloud. That lay on the Witchking's northern tower, While the Eldar Host awaits its hour.
I apologize in delay before sending the first report. The Eldar host has arrived at Lin Giliath in good order, though it is certain that the Enemy already knows of their coming. Impressive a sight though their waving banners and loud horn-calls might be; it can have done nothing but alert our enemies to their presence.
Reniolwaith stood side-by-side with other elven houses at the Council of Celondim (March 2008) as an entourage led by the race of man sought their aid in what would become known as 'Dagor o Dol Dinen'.
