Chapter One
To start this properly, I have to start from the very beginning, when I was born. I was born in Doriath, in the late First Age. My father was a highly respected warrior of high social status. My mother was a friend of Galadriel and Queen Melian. It was a custom that when a child of their friends was born, they would present them with a gift of great value, not only monetary but as a guide to help the child with their journey through life. When Elu Thingol and Queen Melian came to us when I was born, I still didn't have a name. I was "our child". Elu Thingol and Queen Melian presented me with a circlet of jewels that looked incredibly like stars, so that the stars would always light my path in life. Melian had enchanted it so that it would grow with me, so I could wear it for all my days. My parents immediately decided my name: Gilrin, Lady crowned with Stars. At 30, I was about the same as a 5-year-old child of Men. I was only abnormal in the sense that my hair was a reddish-brown instead of silver or gold, like most of the Sindar and Teleri. I was not tall, not short. I didn't have shining glistening skin, as pure a colour as the morning sun. What I did have was my ambition. I knew I wanted to be something. Something magnificent.
When my my mother was killed, I layed beside her until the end of the battle, hidden and secluded. I finally took up her sword, Berethcrist and left her side. There was nothing left for me in Doriath. In sorrow and loneliness, I took a Perlino horse from the stables, never to be seen again in Doriath. I took only a few clothes and my circlet of star-jewels. My horse told me that her name was Fuirnil. I rode out into the dark, star-lit night, no home, no family, only the sword at my side that was almost as big as me.
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A/N: Hi all, Soronume again. So just letting everyone know that I'm going to be posting at least twice a month. So much to do and so little time...