Noldor

Hello Everyone!

I've been wanting to dig deeper into Daerundros' exact family Origins, and I've formulated a nice family tree and explanation describing Daerundros' origins. Enjoy!

The hall was silent and empty in the afternoon hours. Golden sunlight filtered lazily through the coloured windows, bathing everything in a multicoloured twilight.
He found her sitting on a small table in the furthest corner, staring into the unlit fireplace. She was nursing a glass of wine which she seemed to have refilled several times already from a flagon on the table.
"Mylady..."
She looked up. "Ah, come sit with me, Lord."
"I prefer to stand." He smiled thinly.

Just to note, I've added tragic music to the last two alternative futures. Some action music for the harad one will follow ^^ Also, I'd love to give you a challenge; Can you read and hear the music at the same time without crying? ;) I know I know, i'm sorta pushy on this one, but I'm proud at the emotional depths of the futures because the music itself makes my eyes water. :O The music is not made by me, only a few select pieces from various artists. Enjoy them!

Sincerely,

The person behind Daerundros

Meetings held are always of serious concern - at least, that is which I find out during a discussion of the Shadow Hunters' attempts to trace down the Nine.

After a calm play of music, laughter, and talking, I retreated with Tanes and another of the Laiquendi Order into a corner of the Hall of Fire; There, we discussed the course of the Nine and the mysterious disturbances on Weathertop. We had ponderings, arguments, and chats, but everything came into one piece as we transcended further into our Topic - Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim, had been involved in this hunt.

Hall of Fire was as usualy, but joyful like they were most of the time, but this time Mirineth had an urgent mission for us (Most of the Vanimarians): One of Elrond's scouts were reported to be missing and is being held captive at The Bitter Stair; the name made me feel uneasy. I had heard from my father that it was once a grand dwarved home, but now it is said to be cursed with fell beings and Hillmen.

I had come to the Sanctuary of the Laiquendi Order looking for more ancient tomes and noldorian texts when an Entry I had discovered beared a name of curious nature: It had a Quenya Title and beginning (little of which I know of), but it slowly transcended into the westron language. How odd.

Here reads the following entry (It is transcribed in Tengwar runes):