Prologue
A Sindarian elf walked through a dark forest completely obliviouse to his surroundings. It seemed that he was walking while his mind travelled the deepest paths of elvish dreams. Yet in reality he held in his once wise and noble mind to wisdom nor knowledge of the who he was, his people or the world. He wore what had once been the uniform of the boundary warden of Lothlorien, and around is neck was a small box the contents of which he did not know. This elf knew nothing beyond that which was necessary for his continued existence in this world that did not contain any colour. He lived the existance of an elf who did not take the ships in the forth age. An elf who continued to live in this world in what was once known as Middle Earth. I life without all that had once defined what it meant to be an elf.
Suddenly, he awoke from the thoughtless knowledgeless existance that had held so long in thrall. He awoke to a wise and familiar voice in his head. "Rumilion, awake from your knowledgeless existance and awake to the knowledge of your people. Remember your history, your remember your task."
The spark of intellegence returned to his eyes, he knew this voice, he knew his name, he knew the history of his people. "Galadriel," he wispered. He looked around him seeing his surroundings for the first time. "Where am I my Lady?" he wispered partly to himself partly hoping that what ever good spirit awoken him to the truth would allow the Lady of Light to hear him.
"Rumillion you are in a forest in a country called France you are near to the sea for you have truly not wandered far since you watched the Lord Cirion sail on the last ship into the west. Listen can you not hear the crash of the waves?" The Lady spoke into his head. Rumillion listen hard and as he heard the waves and the cry of the gulls his heart filled with longing for the sea and the knowledge that baring some tragic death he would never pass over the waves to the blessed realm.
Tears welled up in his eyes for he knew that this was a very different forest from the one near the Grey Havens. Many ages have passed during his oblivion. Not only were the Grey Havons gones so were all those he knew, even the land its self had changed, not even the stone and earth sang of his people, they were gone and only men remained. For if the drawves still existed they must be deep in their mountains and rarely walked above ground for he could not sence their passing any where one this land that was so close to the blue mountains.
"Do not despaire dear Rumillion. For one will come in whose veins traces of the highest blood still flows. You must find this child, you must complete the task that I set you. Your quest and mission must be completed for this world must not completely forget the elves." Rumillion could almost hear Galadriel smile. "The hobbits are still here, Rumillion and they have a copy of the Red Book of the Westmarch. One day they will share the stories and histories with a wise man. He will share these with the rest of mankind. You, however, must find the decendants of Luthien for it was told that her line would never end. One will be born of that line who will want to believe that the stories and histories set down in human language by the wise man I mentioned before. You must find her and have her restore Lothlorien, for the mallorn must never die out in that world."
"I will do as you bid me my Lady, but were must I begin?" Rumillion sighed looking about him grieving the passing of the world that he loved.
"Go see the Hobbits for they remember. They will teach of this new world of men. Travel to the other side of the sea there seek out the child. The descendant of Luthien's line. Find the child in whose veins runs the blood of Arwen and Aragorn."