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Mirdanel took her hand and grasped it reassuringly, with unexpected strength. She had always wondered at how an elleth with such small hands could forge as well as she did. But then for a Mirdan, small hands were a benefit. Istuil had seen the Lady work on larger items too. Though she did not have the strength…nor the skills of a metal-smith, Mirdanel was far stronger than she looked.
"Change doesn't come easy for the elves. Some say stillness is our undoing, and maybe so, but when I look at what was, what is and what will be, is it really bad to wish things stay the same? Such duality I find in the sky. The sky is always the same. But the clouds are not, they are ever changing in shape and form"
'One day someone came to the Mírdain claiming to be an emissary of the Valar. He called himself Annatar, Lord of Gifts. With his instruction the Mírdain created many powerful artifacts...'