Fuinedhil

Act I, Part V: On the Moon and the Sun

[This is a conceptual and hypothetical text. A train of thought I sought to pursue outside the boundaries of what is deemed lore-wise and acceptable. By no means do I wish this text to be considered part of Tinnurion's actual story.]

Tinnurion is no evil persona, no servant of Morgoth. Tinnurion is a wandering elf, forsaken by his own kin. He is secretive, but no more than the Silvan Elves, hidden away as they are in their woodland realm. He cares not for the wars against Sauron, not because he secretly admires Sauron, he despises him as much as any other, but because he is put off by war. He fought in the first battle of the Battles of Beleriand and since then he has never fought in any of the wars of his kin again. He saw the world change before his eyes and he deemed it better to live a life away from that all.

<<A letter in Tengwar lettering arrives by raven>>

Thirenel,

It is with glad tidings that I receive news from the south, from my dear friend, mournful as it may be. I am sorry to hear that you were wounded in battle and that you have found reason to leave your home behind.

*A text in Tengwar lettering*

Friendship has a peculiar character; it can cross boundaries of race, opinions and heritage, and there may not be a friendship that illustrates that fact more than that between Thirenel and Tinnurion, two elves who grew in friendly bond against all odds.

Fruni follows the tall elf deeper into the cave and is pleasantly surprised to see how this part of his dwelling is fair and adorned with all sorts of elvish motives of which he can not say what they mean. The floor is evened out and from the ceiling hangs a blue crystal that covers the room in a dim but pale light. There is an entrance at the back that glows a faint yellow and he can feel a familiar warmth coming from it. There is food and wine stacked upon a large stone table, and a place with herbs and pots of salves all around.