The first impressions of a Moriquendi on his meeting with the exiled Noldo. With thanks and much love to Tenshi Androgynous. Without her encouragement, I wouldn't be here.

By the light of the stars

They speak to us of the brilliance of their trees, and I see the sorrow in their eyes as they describe the fading of the light. It shines still in their faces, almost blindingly, and I would think them beautiful but for this:

They mourn the loss of the light.
They do not see the light around them.

Elentári's gifts shine down from the Heavens, and by their gentle glow we live.
They speak of beauty, but they do not see that that which shines with its own inner beauty would be dimmed by their harsh glare.

I could not live in a world where I was denied the gleam of the stars.

They speak to us of light, but what do they know of light?
I have the light of the jewels of the sky, and their reflection on the river.
I have the light of my fire, mirrored in the faces of my kin as we gather for a song.
And I have the light in the eyes of my beloved. I need no other light to see her beauty.
I am Moriquendi, and I would have it no other way.

A/N: We know that after the coming of the sun, the Nandor, or Green-elves did not light fires at night. Do you think that this change was a result of the coming of the sun, or do you think that this particular elf is of some other "Tribe" of Moriquendi? Let's hear your ideas on who he may be. He didn't tell me ;)