Mythrenniel

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.

"When the Traitor and I spent time together, building that hut and building a runaway life, we…. We wanted to make it as official as possible. We… I… Mythrenniel, I'm pregnant."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Why would I not? I have dreamed of this moment for thousands of years."

"Mythrenniel, you are my friend, yes?"

"What? Of course! What makes you-"

"We could leave everything behind. We could just run. Live by ourselves, the dream of us we never achieved. We could live alone in these forests, raise a child to be better than either of us. It would be paradise."

"... Do you mean that?"

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.

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