The day his daughter was born, Anar's world was filled with such light and
joy that he could not begin to express his love for her. But he did his
first act of fatherhood and named her:
"Let it be known to the people of Eldarnor and Middle-earth that Gilanoriel has been born and the world is filled with her light. But I will name her Sinéad, for she will be an eternal light, no matter what darkness may cover the land..."
The Heralds were sent forth to cover the Four Corners of Middle- earth, from Mithlond in Harlindon to Lórien south of Eriador. And so it was known that the Morning Star shone bright. And the years were kind to Sinéad for she grew in the beauty and memory of her mother, but in the heart and mind of her father and was filled with his spirit. And so when she was old enough, Anar traveled to Mithlond to see Círdan and visit old friends from past years who were dear to him. And it was here that Suríon, Son of Thalion, descendant of Fëanor, was so taken by Sinéad's beauty that he made a promise to himself not to rest until she was his wife...
This is for the Ones who hear the Silence of the Stars...
Hinan i Erur man lhaw i Dínello i Elena...
Prologue
Sunlight filtered through the trees. A lone figure sat atop a horse, looking out at a worn pathway that would be naked to the eyes of Men, but visible to the eyes of Elves. Sighing, the figure turned and rode off, back through the trees the way they had come. Another figure on horseback soon joined him.
"All quiet on the western border," he said quietly. "Legolas?"
"Hm? Oh, right," Legolas answered, coming out of his thoughts. "What were you saying Rodyn?"
"Nothing, it wasn't important," Rodyn said, dismissing the subject.
They rode on in silence towards the Old Forest Path and all the while Rodyn watched his brother carefully. Legolas' silence spoke volumes to Rodyn in ways very few understood. Shaking his head, Rodyn turned and looked back at the beginning of the path.
"Legolas?"
Legolas stopped and looked back as well. As quick as thought Legolas' eyes brightened and his heart skipped a beat. Kicking his horse harder than he meant, Legolas took off at a gallop at the figure with Rodyn trailing behind.
"Daro (halt)!" Legolas called as he slowed his horse. His heart was pounding in his ears as he examined the form. "Draw back your hood."
Slowly, the figure drew back their hood. Dejectedly, Legolas slumped down in his saddle. Rodyn looked between his brother and the traveler.
"Come," Rodyn said for his brother. "We will take you to the King."
After introductions and formalities, the traveler was granted his stay in Mirkwood. Rodyn was placed in charge of keeping an eye on him. Leading him to the Great Hall, Rodyn thought this more of a punishment than a duty. The traveler was given food and he swallowed it very greedily. His journey had been long and he was famished. Rodyn watched him intently. The traveler stared right back, mid-bite.
"Forgive me, but you are strange to these parts?"
"I am a wandering traveler. I doubt you would have seen much of me this side of the Misty Mountains." He took a swig of wine and continued. "I am Mannar. Who might you be?"
"I am Prince Rodyn, second son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood." Rodyn chuckled, as Mannar's eyes grew wide. "I am also Lieutenant of the Woodland Guard."
"Forgive my manners. I did not know I was in the presence of royalty."
"Do not fret! I would be as voracious as you if I had wandered too long without food." Rodyn flicked a crumb off of the table. "Tell me, what brings you this far from your home?"
Mannar looked at Rodyn and chose his words carefully. "I am chasing a butterfly."
Rodyn stared at him as though he had three heads. Mannar's attention was quickly drawn to a trio of young maidens walking by the table.
"It's like talking to a wall with him. He won't even look at you! Do not cry Anneal, ever since her he has been this way..."
Mannar looked at Rodyn. "'Her'?"
Rodyn didn't answer. He was looking in the direction of where the females had come from. A lone male was leaning against the far wall, staring at something with a far-away look in his eye. He didn't even give a cursory glance to a couple that whispered as they walked by. Inside, Rodyn's heart ached for his brother.
"Poor soul." Mannar put his fork down. "If I were him I'd be sucking up the attention from those females."
"He is my brother," Rodyn said simply without taking his eyes off of Legolas. "Prince Legolas, first born son to King Thranduil and Captain of the Woodland Guard." He turned back to Mannar. "He has his reasons for dismissing females."
"Oh, he's that way is he?" Mannar swallowed, as Rodyn's eyes became slits. "I guess not. Yet why so melancholy? Does it have something to do with the 'her' those females mentioned?"
"Yes, it does," Rodyn sighed. "It is a long story my friend."
"Please!" Mannar pushed his plate away. "I have all of the time in the world now that I have ate my fill! I would enjoy hearing why a Prince would reject the company of such attractive females."
Rodyn motioned for one of the kitchen staff to clear the table. They then returned with two fine silver goblets and a bottle of wine.
"I will begin this tale when we were but Elf-lings, a year or two shy of our coming of age. I remember that summer. It was the last good one before the shadow fell..."
"Let it be known to the people of Eldarnor and Middle-earth that Gilanoriel has been born and the world is filled with her light. But I will name her Sinéad, for she will be an eternal light, no matter what darkness may cover the land..."
The Heralds were sent forth to cover the Four Corners of Middle- earth, from Mithlond in Harlindon to Lórien south of Eriador. And so it was known that the Morning Star shone bright. And the years were kind to Sinéad for she grew in the beauty and memory of her mother, but in the heart and mind of her father and was filled with his spirit. And so when she was old enough, Anar traveled to Mithlond to see Círdan and visit old friends from past years who were dear to him. And it was here that Suríon, Son of Thalion, descendant of Fëanor, was so taken by Sinéad's beauty that he made a promise to himself not to rest until she was his wife...
This is for the Ones who hear the Silence of the Stars...
Hinan i Erur man lhaw i Dínello i Elena...
Prologue
Sunlight filtered through the trees. A lone figure sat atop a horse, looking out at a worn pathway that would be naked to the eyes of Men, but visible to the eyes of Elves. Sighing, the figure turned and rode off, back through the trees the way they had come. Another figure on horseback soon joined him.
"All quiet on the western border," he said quietly. "Legolas?"
"Hm? Oh, right," Legolas answered, coming out of his thoughts. "What were you saying Rodyn?"
"Nothing, it wasn't important," Rodyn said, dismissing the subject.
They rode on in silence towards the Old Forest Path and all the while Rodyn watched his brother carefully. Legolas' silence spoke volumes to Rodyn in ways very few understood. Shaking his head, Rodyn turned and looked back at the beginning of the path.
"Legolas?"
Legolas stopped and looked back as well. As quick as thought Legolas' eyes brightened and his heart skipped a beat. Kicking his horse harder than he meant, Legolas took off at a gallop at the figure with Rodyn trailing behind.
"Daro (halt)!" Legolas called as he slowed his horse. His heart was pounding in his ears as he examined the form. "Draw back your hood."
Slowly, the figure drew back their hood. Dejectedly, Legolas slumped down in his saddle. Rodyn looked between his brother and the traveler.
"Come," Rodyn said for his brother. "We will take you to the King."
After introductions and formalities, the traveler was granted his stay in Mirkwood. Rodyn was placed in charge of keeping an eye on him. Leading him to the Great Hall, Rodyn thought this more of a punishment than a duty. The traveler was given food and he swallowed it very greedily. His journey had been long and he was famished. Rodyn watched him intently. The traveler stared right back, mid-bite.
"Forgive me, but you are strange to these parts?"
"I am a wandering traveler. I doubt you would have seen much of me this side of the Misty Mountains." He took a swig of wine and continued. "I am Mannar. Who might you be?"
"I am Prince Rodyn, second son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood." Rodyn chuckled, as Mannar's eyes grew wide. "I am also Lieutenant of the Woodland Guard."
"Forgive my manners. I did not know I was in the presence of royalty."
"Do not fret! I would be as voracious as you if I had wandered too long without food." Rodyn flicked a crumb off of the table. "Tell me, what brings you this far from your home?"
Mannar looked at Rodyn and chose his words carefully. "I am chasing a butterfly."
Rodyn stared at him as though he had three heads. Mannar's attention was quickly drawn to a trio of young maidens walking by the table.
"It's like talking to a wall with him. He won't even look at you! Do not cry Anneal, ever since her he has been this way..."
Mannar looked at Rodyn. "'Her'?"
Rodyn didn't answer. He was looking in the direction of where the females had come from. A lone male was leaning against the far wall, staring at something with a far-away look in his eye. He didn't even give a cursory glance to a couple that whispered as they walked by. Inside, Rodyn's heart ached for his brother.
"Poor soul." Mannar put his fork down. "If I were him I'd be sucking up the attention from those females."
"He is my brother," Rodyn said simply without taking his eyes off of Legolas. "Prince Legolas, first born son to King Thranduil and Captain of the Woodland Guard." He turned back to Mannar. "He has his reasons for dismissing females."
"Oh, he's that way is he?" Mannar swallowed, as Rodyn's eyes became slits. "I guess not. Yet why so melancholy? Does it have something to do with the 'her' those females mentioned?"
"Yes, it does," Rodyn sighed. "It is a long story my friend."
"Please!" Mannar pushed his plate away. "I have all of the time in the world now that I have ate my fill! I would enjoy hearing why a Prince would reject the company of such attractive females."
Rodyn motioned for one of the kitchen staff to clear the table. They then returned with two fine silver goblets and a bottle of wine.
"I will begin this tale when we were but Elf-lings, a year or two shy of our coming of age. I remember that summer. It was the last good one before the shadow fell..."
