first age

Aldamir. Lifestone. The Gift of Yavanna. The Green Jewel from the legends. The beginnings of this gem is a mystery even today. Who knows how much truth there is in the old tale from the Elder Days?

          Seregrían returns to the House of the Lore-masters next day at the same hour, this time wearing her new acolyte’s brooch prominently on the collar of her dress.  There is a spring to her step, and she hums tunelessly in her barely-contained joy.  She, the youngest member of the Gwaith-en-Gelydh!  Her parents are proud and happy for her, but as she approaches the House, she masters her glee and puts on a serious face as she enters the foyer, the door wards seein

Nevrast had a gloomy climate. It rained frequently, the pouring rains only increased the more dank and mellow atmosphere the sea and mountains provided. Yet, this was a place many of the Noldor considered home. It was summer, and Mystarennye and her friend Alasiel had traversed to a less popular region, inland, away from their usual home in Vinyamar.

The pounding of her feet resounds like the drums of war resounds like the beat of her heart burning in her breast. Smoke and ash chokes out the sky above and holds it in wretched darkness. Not even the slender rays of silver moonlight break through the thick clouds to offer the favor of the Valar upon the sight of this war, where fair fey fall and fairer are sundered.

          Carcírion was not upset at Seregrían for sneaking out of the house and visiting Mistress Gwathnim.  In fact, when they spoke the next morning he was mildly pleased.

First Age, Shortly after the Founding of Gondolin

          “She said what!?  About me?!?”  Seregrían cries.

           Time passes for the Elves in different ways than it does for the Mortals.  These differences are apparent in how they each appear and grow as children.  By an Elf-child’s first year from birth, they can walk, talk, sing and dance with ease.  One might happen across a group of Elf-children happily playing and think them all just children of maybe seven years of age &

Gondolin, First Age

“Mind how much wine you drink,” Amathlan frets over her in a low tone as they approach the large hall of the House of The Heavenly Arch. “And we are only staying as long as I shall be performing!”