Born of a single feather, she was found beneath the branches of an oak tree, crying and kicking around because she was too small to move. Her skin had been hot to the touch and blistered like she had been burnt, her tears hissing as they fell on her cheeks. No one could stand to touch her for a moment; only the lady in white could balance out the heat of the child. Her skin was as cool as starlight and she cradled the babe to her breast, hushing and singing quietly to calm the pitiful weeping. Trees bowed out of the way, creating a path for the two, and those that followed with fluttering ears and sparkling eyes.
The child was given a pillow and was fed icy water, falling asleep in the arms of the lady in white. No one dared disturb them for the lady looked down upon the infant with such love, with such hope that any interruptions would be severely frowned upon. A male elf with pale hair that shone, looked on with just as much emotion, quietly placing his hand on the lady's shoulder,
"She has been given by the stars," he commented quietly and the lady smiled,
"She will grow to be a great flame," the infant's eyes opened and sudden warmth radiated around the chamber, "She will be the fire in the heart of this land," there was a pause where the two simply looked down at the baby with soft smiles and sparkling eyes.
"She will be needed; they are always are needed," the male grew sad and his hand dropped to his side, "She is not ours to keep,"
"They have roots in this land, in us, in everyone and everything," the lady paused, stroking the infant's bare scalp, "She will belong to no one until the fate of evil has been decided; that is why they were created - to protect the light from the darkness,"
"Then we will teach her, we will prepare her," and the lady agreed with another shimmering smile, catching one small hand in hers for a moment,
"She will be magnificent," the lady decided, "Celemîr," and that was that.