Chapter One
Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadow On the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow Cloud and shade All shall fade All shall, fade.
I, Iriniel, daughter of the fallen Haldir of Lorien, Healer, Keeper of Arindiel, tribe of Galadriel have been put on the realm of Middle Earth for a reason.
Lasto Bethin Tolodun Nunne Galad
Estelio Iriniel.
In the common tongue it reads: Voice of clear silver light. Trust in Iriniel, keeper of Arindiel. The time of my people has begun. I start with the story of the fall of my father Haldir. The battle of Helm's Deep is over. The war of Middle Earth has just begun... He stood proud as a king with the light of battle in his eyes. His hair seemed woven of gold, sword singing, eyes azure flashes of hope against the sunset. He fought, blade cleaving through enemy flesh.
Suddenly, from the blood-stained hilltop below, Aragorn cried, "Haldir! Nath Parras! To the Keep!" He turned to yell to his men, and found an Orc-blade sliced his wrist. He gasped and cried out in pain.
My father swayed as the same Orc- blade pierced his back. Aragorn cried out in grief, unmistakable. He cried Haldir's name over and over, killed the Orc and ran to him.
Aragorn held my father in his arms, his head tipped back, a look of sleep, and I shed silent tears of sorrow as I watched him die in my mind. The light of the morn-star was with him, as was I.
Aragorn knew he would not let his friend die in vain, and as a new king rises, the dawn breaks.
So is the reason I set upon my quest to bring the light of Arindiel to all Middle Earth.
Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadow On the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow Cloud and shade All shall fade All shall, fade.
I, Iriniel, daughter of the fallen Haldir of Lorien, Healer, Keeper of Arindiel, tribe of Galadriel have been put on the realm of Middle Earth for a reason.
Lasto Bethin Tolodun Nunne Galad
Estelio Iriniel.
In the common tongue it reads: Voice of clear silver light. Trust in Iriniel, keeper of Arindiel. The time of my people has begun. I start with the story of the fall of my father Haldir. The battle of Helm's Deep is over. The war of Middle Earth has just begun... He stood proud as a king with the light of battle in his eyes. His hair seemed woven of gold, sword singing, eyes azure flashes of hope against the sunset. He fought, blade cleaving through enemy flesh.
Suddenly, from the blood-stained hilltop below, Aragorn cried, "Haldir! Nath Parras! To the Keep!" He turned to yell to his men, and found an Orc-blade sliced his wrist. He gasped and cried out in pain.
My father swayed as the same Orc- blade pierced his back. Aragorn cried out in grief, unmistakable. He cried Haldir's name over and over, killed the Orc and ran to him.
Aragorn held my father in his arms, his head tipped back, a look of sleep, and I shed silent tears of sorrow as I watched him die in my mind. The light of the morn-star was with him, as was I.
Aragorn knew he would not let his friend die in vain, and as a new king rises, the dawn breaks.
So is the reason I set upon my quest to bring the light of Arindiel to all Middle Earth.