Noldor

The Captain of the Arrow stood alone before Daegond's fresh cairn, after night had fallen and there was only the silver light of the stars and the rustle of the wind in the valley of Imladris. Unable to bear the crowds, she had watched the ceremony silently from atop a tree, hidden from all sight amidst the branches.

I do not know where to start. At the first glance Daegond might have been strange, crude and even mean to a person who did not know him, but he had more than meets the eye. Profound loyalty to those he protects. The reasons why he was behaving the way he did. A softer side which the Noldorin (or any) warrior tries so hard to hide under their shell of steel.

All I have in my mind are the scenes of meeting him.

After the First Age, many elves were left stranded and aimless. Beleriand had sunk beneath the sea, and much was lost. There were two options it seemed. One, sail back to Valinor. After everything that had happened, all the wrongs committed on both sides of the sea, slink back into the shadow of the Valar.

Aurthiel has been alive for thousands of years. She is older than the moon and sun. She has watched history play out before her eyes and traversed many lands. Thus, it makes sense that she has had many names and titles throughout these long years.

This is the list of such names and titles.