Born in the year 720 of the Second Age in a small settlement of her people near the western shores of Lake Nenuial. She is eldest of four children; having two sisters and her brother, the youngest. Their father is Curwe Limbetanwë ((S: Lintanor)) of the Noldor; a skilled craftsman of Nargothrond and Aerynbess Celebfindriel, a Telerin elleth of the elves of Doriath and Eglarest is their mother.

There was once a princess, beautiful as a sunrise, with golden hair, and eyes blue as the summer sky. Her life was planned for her, since the day of her birth, to the day she would die. She was to marry a prince, and bear him children, and endure whatever her husband would see fit to do. So she was prepared by countless nannys and teachers. Rarely has she seen her parents. Thus time passed, and the girl grew more and more beautiful with each day.

Uruniire had just left the Inn of the Prancing Pony, deciding to take a stroll around the town to get ideas for the book he had planned to write. He was clothed in his usual tunic and trousers, as well as his pack, his staff, and a blue, wide brimmed hat, with a massive feather stuck into the brim to shade him from the morning sunlight. But wait, he had left his pack and staff in the Inn. No matter, he did not need them at the time.

The ruins of Tharbad

The Family of my Mother - Awakening of N'im Tallimbi

The world darkened and the trees became silver silhouettes in the snow. There was nothing, save a single blue flame in the middle of the field; no people were there, no animals. Nothing but the remnants of long-dead trees and snow was present.
‘You know of his suffering,’ a voice spoke from the world, the very earth beneath him, ‘yet you continue to cause him pain?

With a curved bow in his hand, he marched through the barren wasteland underneath the mask of darkness the land has given him. Soon, he shifted from being out in the open towards the cover of trees and rocks to hide him from sight. He waited, and his instincts were correct for soon, he had heard voices. Voices he recognized – one was croaky and crisp with age and weariness, whilst the other was simply aggressive and showing strength through even his voice.