Faintly did the wind brush against the trees as the strange hooded figure that was Nerdanel crossed the courtyard unheeding of the Vanyarin poets that stared after her undaunted approach to the castle. Strange though the appearance of a stranger among them was, stranger still was someone who did not marvel at their delicately moulded lyrics and their marvelous hair and beauty.
Finally she found herself at the bottom of a rather winding and complicatedly arranged staircase that was by no means Noldorin, and she was met by the High King Ingwe himself.
"Istarni Mahtaniel," he said in way of greeting "Welcome to our realm, perhaps you would deign to eat first as your journey must surely have worn you out." It was a statement, not a question, and Nerdanel saw no need to argue with the High King of all Elves in her present state of befuddlement.
Author's Note: In a bad mix up concerning the second chappie, I replaced the chappies wrongly and wrote this hasty sketch which I will expand and gradually complete. I'm really sorry, but happily enough, only one para left for the fifth chappie!