Alas! Dark days have befallen the city of kings. Elenwe daughter of Arathorn has fallen by her own hand rather than be held prisoner in the halls of stone. The star maiden is no more.
Alas! In his fear that the snake, Grima son of Galmod sent her into Denethors hands. Alas! The once great steward thought he could stop the coming of the king with her capture!
She was not mistreated. Even in his madness Denethor was not so cruel. She was kept locked away in the farthest and deepest of rooms. Elenwe fell into despair at the loss of her stars and freedom.
War drew nearer and the calls of battle nearer. The coming of the king was close at hand. Denethor wished to hold the daughter of kings as a shield against her beloved kin. He wished to barter, least he lose his seat of power.
Elenwe knew of this and in her captivity locked behind white walls. She took up a blade.
The white walls are no longer white…
Alas! The daughter of kings is no more!
