An Archangel The Early Years: Arda
Uriel,Oldest of the Aenuir and closest to God/Heru looked down as the Mortal world fought against Morgoth.
Then God/Heru's voice "Uriel, descend to the Mortal world. Help and fight for the Mortal and Immortal worlds. Do not return until I order you."
Uriel nodded then bowed "My Lord thy Will be done, it will be so."
He descended into the Mortal world in a flash of light... in a 'immortal' form.
Uriel walked over to a pond and looked into its surface.
His form was Elven pointed ears, long black hair, with pale skin except for the six feather wings extending from his back.
When Uriel pulled his wings into his body he looked compeletly Elven.
"Where do I go now?" the awsner whispered in his mind 'Numenor'.
Uriel knew that he would have to come up with an Elven name. He decided on Nuaren i'er.
Nuareni'er meant Fire of the One, which is what he was. It was fitting and good.
Nuareni'er looked around how to get to Numenor and what to do once he got there.
Only Heru, only his Lord knew.
He turned and walked away from the pond.
Walking through the physical world. It was so much different than the spiritual world, yet it was the same.
Despite not having the range of colours and animals none of which had wings.
The colours were not as bright as he was used too, but he would not complain he had been sent on a Mission.
Whatever it was Nuareni'er would do it without question.
Numenor was ruled by one of the former Peredhil , Elros Earendilson. Elros Tar-Minyatur, perhaps his mission had some happening with the new Mortal. He greatly wanted to meet the King of Numenor, it was said that Elros looked as his old General Sithiel had.
Nuareni'er truly could not wait to arrive over the sea to great Kingdom of Men.
He walked to the sea and saw that there was a lonely shore.
In the far distance, too far for normal 'Elven' eyes he could see Numenor.
