Írimë had been born in Valinor, how they called to her world before the arrival of Odin to these coasts, after that everybody called it Alfheim.

She was a spirit of light, her appearance was difficult to explain with words, she was ethereal and incandescent like the stars, her energy was powerful and she was blessed with the gift of magic, she was all magic, pure and radiant.

Her age was unknown, she could be hundreds of years old but for her people she was still a girl.

She spoke many languages and loved knowing different cultures, traveling through the universe looking for beings that could teach her about them. But what she loved the most was a world that was beyond the limits of her own, beneath the roots of the Yggdrasil, and that world was Jotunheim.

Therefore the little opted to take their appearance, she hoped that it was taken by them as a sign of union between their worlds. And so it had been, the Jotnar had come to love her as one of them and had welcomed her with enthusiasm and warmness. Each week she had to visit the Estë Lady's rooms and learn about the world of the men she was in her nature to protect.

But Írimë was not the best of the students, her interests were not the interests of the other children and that is why the Lady Estë used to call her alone to talk more calmly about some important issues that had to do with her education.

On that occasion she was sitting next to the imposing lady who watched her carefully and somewhat curiously.

The Lady Estë had the power to heal all hurts and weariness, her nature was to be understanding, she tried to understand the actions of the little one, because she knew that not everything was what it seemed and that behind her strange behavior there was something more than Iluvatar had prepared for the destiny of the universe.

-You are an Istari Írimë

Lady Estë had told the little girl

-And an Istari must never question her fate, you are a protective spirit. You come from a noble lineage of guardians who have managed to maintain the balance of the Universe. Your mission is to save the soul of the mortal assigned to you, it is important that you know it because the fate of many will depend on that.

-But I do not want to go to Arda, I want to go to Jotunheim

Lady Estë looked at the girl hesitantly. She knew well that Iluvatar's designs were mysterious and that sometimes they took winding roads.

-We, here in Valinor, are responsible for the men who live in Arda, Jotunheim is one of the Kingdoms ruled by Odin of Asgard, the guardians of Midgard, it is not in our hands to change that ..

Ìrimë looked at the lady with a frown

-Odin is not the king of Jotünheim, Farbauti is

-Ìrimë, the government of Odin reaches the nine kingdoms, we here do not recognize his reign and yet we are called Alfheim because he has decided that it should be, he is the father of everything and Iluvatar allows it because it should be.

The girl raised her shoulders as if that was not important

-But he is not the rightfull king of Jotünheim …

She repeated

She sighed understanding that the little Istari was firm in her convictions and glimpsed that this was something more than a whim.

-What I want you to understand is that as Istari you have a destiny and that destiny is to keep the soul of a mortal of Arda, in no other world is it allowed to interfere.

-But I want to go to Jotunheim …

The little girl repeated as if she had not heard it.

Lady Este sighed.

She knew that this was forbidden and she also knew that Irimë had the gift of traveling through the worlds, she could cross portals that nobody had crossed, she knew she would find a way to travel to Jotunheim even if she was not allowed to do so.

-Why?

She asked at last trying to understand

-I love them…

Answered Írimë