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The Chronicles of the Teleri
Cuiviénen
We are the firstborn children of Ilúvatar. Long have we walked by the Waters of Awakening, gazing in wonder at the works of heaven and earth. Content in this land of trees and water.
But all that has changed now. For on this day our Lord Elwë has returned, as have the other Elven lords Ingwë and Finwë, bringing with them the glow of the two trees of Valinor. And that is not all that accompanies them from that hallowed land. For leading their return is Oromë, the huntsman of the Valar, astride his great steed Nahar. And the awe that he inspired was such that, even though we had beheld him before, when he came to guide our Lords to the Blessed Realm, we bowed before him and were afraid.
But the Lords Elwë, Ingwë and Finwë bade us rise, and we listened in wonder as they spoke with eloquence of the Undying Lands, the fair city of Valmar, residence of the Valar, and especially of Telperion and Laurelin, the two trees of Valinor, far surpassing in beauty the fair woods of Cuiviénen. And as we listened, we were overcome with the desire to see the land of Valinor, to behold the trees of light, and to know the wise and beneficent Valar.
And then Oromë spoke, and his voice seemed to come from the roots of the mountains and the heights of the heavens all at once, and it set the air a-tremble. And he repeated the summons of the Valar, and we hearkened to it, and were eager to depart. Then Oromë named the elves in our own tongue – the Eldar, the People of the Stars.
But this name was not given to all the elves. For there were those who would not undertake the long journey to the Undying Lands. They did not wish to leave the starlit mere of Cuiviénen, preferring the twilight of Middle-earth to the rumour of the golden beauty of Valinor. And there was much sorrow amongst elvenkind when we learned that not all were to accompany Oromë. Many of us that would go sought to persuade those that would stay to alter their choice. But they would not be prevailed upon. And so they were named the Avari, the unwilling.
The hour of departure drew near, and we all made ready to leave. Three hosts were assembled for the great journey. We, the kindred of Elwë, were the largest of them. The kindreds of Ingwë and Finwë made up the smaller hosts. At our head sat Oromë on Nahar, for he was to lead us. At our backs stood the Avari, come to bid us farewell. We parted from them in friendship, wishing them luck for the future, as they did for us and our journey. And then they melted away, vanishing from sight among the trees. And we were sundered from them for many long ages.
As we departed, the three hosts turned for one last glimpse of Cuiviénen, our birthplace and home. All among us felt a small sting of regret, and a few sang songs of sorrow and mourning. Then, as one, we turned our faces to the West, and as we did so we felt a lightening of our hearts. Oromë spurred Nahar forward and we followed him. We had begun our journey.