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Alasiel

The Grinding Ice

Submitted by Aurthiel on December 18th, 2022
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Helcaraxe.

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Red Holly & Black Skies

Submitted by Aurthiel on December 18th, 2022
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Update: Aurthiel still hates snow. But she is also strangely fashionable for the family emo.

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Just Another Day For The Winged Kindred

Submitted by Aurthiel on September 9th, 2021
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The sound of horse hooves pounding against the earth resounded. At exhilerating speeds, the small group of riders thundered across the hilly, boulder ridden landscape. Each rock could hide a new threat, another machination of the Dark Lord Morgoth. These riders knew this, for they scouted this area every day. The darkness of the Thrangorodrim's fumes touched this land; though it was broken and thin compared to the foot of the Iron Mountains.

Chronicle link: 
The Summarized History of the Winged Kindred.

When I Say Snow, I Mean No

Submitted by Aurthiel on September 5th, 2021
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Aurthiel really, really, really loathes the cold! She goes to the greatest lengths to avoid even an inch of snow - even migrating to the southern parts of Middle Earth for the winter! She always thinks of Helcaraxe, and it always makes her feel frigid, bitter, and lost inside...

Apologetic

Submitted by Aurthiel on April 28th, 2021
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Apologetic to a friend she had unintentionally wronged, Aurthiel decides to begin work on a special piece of jewelry for him. She holds up the larimar gem she has been working with for inspection...

Control

Submitted by Aurthiel on April 25th, 2021
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Her hand was clenched, tightly gripping the small object within a sweaty grasp. Her eyes were closed. Water vapor sprayed her face as the waters from the falls thundered in her ears. She still held onto the object in her hand for dear life.

In the Meadow

Submitted by Mythrenniel on April 23rd, 2021
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Nevrast had a gloomy climate. It rained frequently, the pouring rains only increased the more dank and mellow atmosphere the sea and mountains provided. Yet, this was a place many of the Noldor considered home. It was summer, and Mystarennye and her friend Alasiel had traversed to a less popular region, inland, away from their usual home in Vinyamar.

My Friend, My Commander

Submitted by Aurthiel on April 22nd, 2021
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Poetry

Why are you so afraid of your destiny?
Why so unnerved of your strength, it seems
Anyone else in your position would be eager
You are a commander, you are a leader

You're cautious and clear, your judgement is wise
You never gave into fear, and you value life
You are the blood that keeps our unit's heart beating
You are the energy keeping this unit moving

You are more than your shell
You are a soft, gentle, kind soul
You are beautiful as a Maiar queen
You are a caretaker, make things whole

Chronicle link: 
Aurthiel's Songbook
The Summarized History of the Winged Kindred.

On the Subject of Names

Submitted by Aurthiel on April 21st, 2021
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One of the Noldor, who has seen the Light of the Two Trees, this high elf is aged and old. Thus, it makes sense that she would carry many, many names.

 

Alasiel.
Quenya: Day Maiden.
"I am Alasiel. A pleasure to meet you, hir!"
The Quenya mother name given to her when she was born in Tirion in the Years of the Trees. Alasiel bore the name until Quenya was banned in Beleriand, then changed it to her Sindarin version.

Forever

Submitted by Aurthiel on April 21st, 2021
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Poetry

Forever I have yearned for you
Forever have I longed for your love
Forever have I cried for you
Forever I have craved your touch
The seldom few times we shared had not been enough

Forever have I asked for you
Forever have you turned me down
Forever have I wanted you
Forever have you poisoned me with doubt
You are the traitor I must live without

Chronicle link: 
Aurthiel's Songbook

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