WInged Kindred

It was the year 457 of the First Age…

During the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the Battle of Unnumbered Tears…

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.

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

This poem was not Aurthiel's writing, but the writing of her former lover, Alasornaion. While investigating and clearing his possessions, investigating his treason, this poem had been found, written in Sindarin and hidden away. Not only did the poem convict him guilty, but it explained his reasons for what he had done. Aurthiel always kept the poem with her, even wrote music to it and performed to herself.

Aurthiel played this song for her daughter, then known as her niece, while training her in Eriador.

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