Elf

"She was one of the original Nandor elves, a follower of Lenwë, who settled between Lórinand and Eryn Galen. My kin of yonder bears no written scripture of her, for she is older than all kingdom of men.  Amlindh's tale is passed through my family since my paternal side are her descendants. Her sons brought three lines and many generations of Silvan elves; I belong in the line of her youngest. We know naught of the elves who came before her, for they are most likely gone.

The night was moonless, shrouding the port city of Bree in a thick blanket of darkness. Only the occasional lantern flickered weakly against the pitch-black sky, casting long, eerie shadows on the cobbled streets. Deorla moved silently through the alleyways, her lithe figure blending seamlessly with the shadows. She was a skilled burglar, known for her nimble fingers and quick thinking.

((This is the story as was told to Faurilion by his father, known by him and those he told it.))

A great flash lit up the sky and blinded the surrounding area for an instant, followed immediately by an immense roar.

The wind coming down from the valley was beginning to get colder for the elf as he sat by the fire he had just lit, enough branches on the ground in the area he chose to settle for the night to make a decent enough fire.

Below is a brief musing on the second Sack of Doriath, a disturbing event from Aduialant's youth. She prefers to never speak of it, but composing poetry is oft a method of catharsis for the lady.