From the journal of Isilyan: 3 - A new recruit.

This day started like many others that I have known of late. Morning patrol went without incidence and upon my return I was greeted by my Tûr. My orders were to instruct a new recruit in the ways of The Malledhrim, a task that I have undertaken many times. I always cherished this command as one of the most enjoyable of my duties but I was not prepared for what lay before me… As I approached the Golden Hall, my eyes were met by a most radiant sight. An elf shining as bright as the Evenstar, hair black as coal dug from the night, eyes silver-blue and a smile that only is only seen in dreams. I stopped in my tracks, my dream! I have known that face for many years, the elf maiden from my dream! But how can this be? As she stood afore me, shining like the sun and I found myself completely lost for words. After a few moments I regained my composure and began to introduce myself. I believe I may have scared her as she stammered her name and was unable to make eye contact for some time. Her name is Noruihel, a suuny maiden indeed! Her introduction went according to our lore and we parted with a smile… her smile, as beautiful and mysterious as any I have seen before – save for in my dream… I recall the first time that I was introduced to Alashael and how my dear friend found himself completely under her spell. Is that what is happening to me? Have I been bewitched?