Anarwe

Faorie stared upwards at the dark sky. The canopies of Lothlorien glowed naturally - the lamps, lanterns, and crystal ropes glistened with soft light. Light breezes brushed against the two elves and the rustle of rolling leaves created a proper atmosphere for their discussion. "You have encountered a significant amount of key events in our kind's history," she said gently with a faint smile on her face, "I have only read of these tales from books of lore found in libraries throughout Rivendell and Lothlorien. It is an experience in and of itself."

Anarwe smiled. "For sucha young elf as you say, you show the wisdom of the eldest of the Noldor."
Faorie smiles notably wider.
"Our people took the long journey under the leadership of our king, Finwe," he began, "We were to reach a land the Eldar could call home. All the clans did so, so many years ago. Alas, some were afraid to brave the frozen lands of Helcaraxe and decided to return... they are the silvan elves of Mirkwood. Cousins of your kin.