Prologue
In a land beyond the region of Eriador, the Blue Mountains, and in the north-western part of Middle Earth was the land of Lindon, ruled by the magnificent Gil-galad. In a house, which was situated on the banks of the river Gelion, a young elf ran hastily outside the house. He ran up to a man, dressed in full, elven armour.
The young boy wrapped his arms around the man, "Please, don't leave!" The man was readying his saddle on his horse. He turned and bent down on one knee. He placed his hand on the young elf's shoulder. "Rowyn, do not cry. I am not leaving. I will always be here with you.", said the man while pointing his finger towards Rowyn's heart.
"But there are times, when our people need help to survive in the shadows of the darkness that spread in these lands."
Rowyn looked confused. He absolutely had no idea what his father was talking about. He looked up to his father, who was staring into the sky.
His father continued to stare into the sky for a few seconds, before looking down and smiling.
"Melamin, my dear son, keep safe."
He lightly kissed his son's forehead before climbing onto the horse. On the horse, Rowyn's father looked down on him. Rowyn's cheeks were soaked with tears. His father smiled once more,
"Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'"
The father then pulled on the reins of his black horse, before riding off, leaving Rowyn in the dust. Rowyn fell to his knees, sobbing. He softly whispered,
"Namaarie, father!"
END!
Translations:
Namaarie: Farewell
Melamin: My love
Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au':
My heart shall weep until it sees thee again