"My mother was Amarie. Though she is counted among the Vanyar due to her paternal lineage, she is the daughter of Luthien Tinuviel and Similos of the Great Sword, her first love. Similos was Vanya on his father's side and Dwarvish on his mother's. He wandered off in grief after Luthien married Beren and fought the forces of Sauron. He was called the Liberator of Near Harad in the Second Age; his sword drank blood of Orc, Spider, Warg, and Dragon. Unfortunately, he was captured by all twelve Nazgul - though he slew three of them - and taken to Sauron, who slowly transformed him into the Orc Lord Haghisisn. Thus, the blood of the Valar, the Maiar, the Eldar, the Khazad, and the Uruks is mixed in my veins. This gives me power over all the elements and regions of Arda: the powers of air (Misty Mountains), earth (Moria), ether (Valinor), fire (Mordor), and water (the Sea). I am also a necromancer, and a sorcerer with the cold, gravity, heat, and magnetic energies, since my grandfather Haghisisn was a sorcerer-lord of Angmar.

When I was a mere few centuries old, I traveled to Numenor. I lived there for millennia. When the Great Armament of Ar-Pharazon reached Aman and Numenor began to sink, I flew in Vala form back to Middle-Earth. I fought in the War of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men against Sauron; it was only my spells, calling up infernal flame from the earth and summoning bolts of lightning and storms of wind from the sky to burn, shock, and scatter his Orcs, that allowed Gil-galad and Elendil to reach Sauron and strike him down with Aiglos and Narsil.

In the Third Age, I dwelt for a while in the far North, purifying the ocean and warding it against evil with power like my great-grandmother Melian did in Doriath. Late in that Age, a large flock of Dragons began to plunder the north; I slew many of them, but this prevented me from learning about the Ring until after it had been destroyed. As the Ents in Middle-earth began to die out, I tried to raise Beleriand from the ocean's depths to provide a refuge for them, but my power was not yet great enough.

For three more Ages I explored the seas, hoping to find the Silmaril that legend says is sunk into their depths; I had no success, but in one sea-coast nation I was worshipped as goddess of wisdom."

"You remember Numenor! How old are you then?"

"You know it is not polite to ask that of a lady!" Elamanelessa laughed. "I do not know myself, nor does it matter. Despite my mixed ancestry, I seem to be immortal; at least, I am many thousand years old and still seem young. I do not know whether I would share the fate of Ainur, Elves, or Men at death; but I do not plan to die."

"It should be clear after this many millennia. You were in Middle-earth for so long; did you begin to 'fade' as the Elves do?"

Elamanelessa pierced him with a gaze of such intensity that dragons would have quailed. "I still have all my abilities - I can demonstrate by calling up Ungoliant for you, if you wish."

The man flinched. "Very well, I will be more guarded in my speech in the future."

"Now, to the task at hand." Elamanelessa began to sing in a high voice, notes of celestial Elvish rippling from her lips. "Herunumen namarie, adan elessar, elen sila lumenn doriath. Niniel dagnir, mallorn galadhon, calaquende!"

The earth rumbled. The very hills resonated to a single, deep note, climbing in a crescendo to volume scarcely bearable. Then the ground split open, and from a fiery rift arose a tall Elf, clothed in armor of golden steel, bearing a jewel in his hand which shone so brightly that even Elamanelessa's eyes watered. He stood easily over seven feet high; his eyes burned with a fire that the molten heart of Orodruin might have envied.

"I am Feanor, returned with the Silmaril of the Earth's depths. Who are you to call upon me?"

"I am Elamanelessa Valachil."

"Valachil!" His expression showed utter contempt. "And why should I respect a heir of the Valar, when I spurned Morgoth Bauglir and Yavanna Palurien? For surely my tale is remembered in these ages."

"I am mightier far than Yavanna whom you scorned, mightier than Varda in her splendor; and you are only newly come out of Mandos. You shall obey me, even if you do not respect me." Her voice carried a note of complete confidence.

Hearing this woman speak, looking upon her flawless and radiant beauty, Feanor knew, for the first time in his long existence, that he was in the presence of a superior being; something he had never felt before Mandos or Morgoth, or even Manwe. And at the same time, a worshipful love, hopeless and yet stronger for its hopelessness, was born in the heart of Feanor; so he said nothing more, but bowed before the Heir of All the Valar, and of his own free will placed the Silmaril, for which he had given up his life and wrecked the world, at the feet of Elamanelessa.

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A/N: Now she's gotten to Feanor, too.

The "Elvish" Elamanelessa uses is just a bunch of random words and names stuck together.