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[hallabackdir]

WHO: Haldir 
WHAT: Haldir is having a hard time going from the Utopia that was Lorien, to the S*ithole that is Kirkwall
WHEN: This month and the next 
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: None at the moment!

 

 

I.                 The Only Tree Kirkwall

Haldir wandered Kirkwall for several days, trying very hard to make sense of it all.  In Lorien, everyone had a purpose, a place. In Kirkwall however, it seemed like no one did. There were a handful men grasping at threads of power, climbing and pushing over one another for a chance to climb the next rung of the social ladder, while majority of the population lived in squalor, fighting over table scraps dressed up and sold to them as a full meal. 

Besides the political and social climates, the overall structure of city was dreary to say the least. The walls looked to be little more than mud, mortar, and iron spikes slapped upon walls haphazardly. There was no thought to the lines of houses, to their architecture. It was just box, after box, after box. The walls seemed to close in on him, so he mostly spent times on the rooftops. It was easier to for him to move from place to place, especially at night. It seemed like every night, one gang or another converged on anyone who ventured out. Dealing with these ruffians was becoming far too inconvenient as it added at least 10 minutes onto every journey he made. Rooftops were much faster by far. 

There also was very little in the way of greenery. In Darktown, Lowtown, and a place lovingly referred to as the Gallows, there wasn’t a speck of anything green anywhere. Hightown had some shrubs, and a few “trees” hardly taller than he was. In his wanderings on the first day, he came upon a large tree. Well, large in terms of what could be compared to in Kirkwall. In Lorien it wouldn’t be considered much more than a seedling. But, it had been far to long since he had stood under the calming shadow of a tree, or heard leaves whisper on a breeze. The residents here, who also were called elves for a reason Haldir couldn’t explain given their differences, had painted the bottom of the tree red, with curling white filigree. It obviously held a great amount of significance to these people, so out of politeness, he did not climb it even though he wanted nothing more than to feel the cradle of it’s limbs under him. So, he came every day, just to stand under it. As he was doing right now. 

II.                The Wounded Coast

Haldir thought he’d never be able to hear the ocean again. He needed to get away from Kirkwall for a while, and so he just walked. He followed his feet, letting them take him where they would. He came upon a bluff, and his nose was hit with the smell of salt and seaweed. He took a deeper breath, and followed the bluff down to the coast. 

He toed off his boots, letting feet shift into the sand as the waves lapped at them. He hissed at the cold, but couldn’t pull himself out of it. He let his eyes drink in the sweeping seascape, and he felt like he could finally breathe for the first time since coming to this forsaken place. With no purpose, and no home, he felt more wraith than elf.  He swathed himself in the cover of his cloak, just wandering, watching, existing. A ship without a rudder or sail. He turned left to look at the towering rock pillars that had slowly been eroded by the churning sea. He scooped up his boots, and then climbed the rock, very carefully due to the slippery surface. Once up on the rock, he sat and watched, finally feeling like Haldir again.

III.               Speak Friend and Enter!

Got a random scenario? Wanna go climb some shit? Get a drink? Let’s talk. Haldir needs some friends.

 

 

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[serannas]

"I should have realized. Your people have seen Ages come and go. The elves here used to be immortal -- or so it's said -- but not anymore." And while she'll gladly tell him all he wishes to know about Thedosian elves (as she told Galadriel before him), she wants to know about him right now.

"She's told me a great deal! Let's see... she spoke of Aman and the light of the Two Trees, and how Morgoth and his monster destroyed them. And how Fëanor had their light in the Silmarils, but he refused to share them to restore the light. And then Morgoth stole them, and Fëanor and his sons swore their Oath, and that led to the Kinslaying." There's a brief pause as she collects her thoughts. The idea of elves killing elves had seemed horrifying to Ellana, but Fëanor was selfish and that led him down a terrible path. It's a sad story that could play out anywhere.

"Galadriel told me good things too. She told me of the Valar, and of the elves who saw the Trees' light and those who didn't: the Moriquendi. She said I'd be considered that too since I'd never seen the light from the Trees." Not from the Trees, no, but she has seen the light, as Galadriel entrusted her with the Light of Eärendil the first time she was here. That, however, is something she hasn't shared with anybody, and she decides to remain cautious now and wait to see if Galadriel thinks that fact should be shared.

"She's taught me a little bit of Sindarin too, and I've taught her some elvhen." As she's sure other elves here have too. "I know Mae govannen, mellon nin, um, Ilúvamillë means All-Mother." There are others, but she won't wrack her brain to bring them forward now. "She's told me of Lothlórien and her garden there. Oh! I learned that in your world, the Eldar don't sleep, only take their rest. Here we sleep and dream. I'm afraid you will too, eventually. It took Galadriel a couple of weeks, but eventually she was so weary she needed to, so I had to teach her how." And wasn't that a strange thing, explaining the act of falling asleep to one who never had before.

"But I think that's a pretty good overview of what I know. Now I'd like to know about you, and your place in the world. If that's all right, of course." Ellana sees that shy smile, and hopes to get him to open up without being too pushy in doing so. He can't know how curious she is, and how much she desires to know about things beyond her experience.

[hallabackdir]

He listened to her patiently, smiling again at her animation and excitement as she spoke. If Galadriel had told her she would be one of the Moriuendi, she must hold her in high esteem indeed.

"It has been hard for me to adapt to the necessity of eating and sleeping. I will admit, I was most reluctant to sleep at first after the concept was explained to me." He chuckled softly, and then continued.

"I too am one of the Moriquendi, as it happens. And she must think highly of you if she recognized you as one of our own. My lady doesn't bestow her faith in the undeserving, so take heart in that. She must see a great strength of spirit in you, for she has little time for those who do not."

"As for myself, I am a Silvan elf, not one Gódhellim, like my Lady, Lord Thranduil, or the Feanorians. Silvan elves are better known for their skill with a blade or bow rather than their skill with their whits. And as much as I'd like to say the assumption is inaccurate, if you ever met my brothers there would be no denying it. They are far from imaginative thinkers."

"Lorien was my home, and very much my haven." His throat got a little tight thinking about it, the grief at loosing it I was still fresh. "When I close my eyes and I can still feel the sun poking in through the dense leaves, hear the woods creaking and and animals scurrying about. Caras Galadhon, the great capital, was built within and around the trees. Very different from here." He swallowed, a little harder than he wanted.

"I was the Commander of Galadhrim. We protected Lorien's borders and were Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn's arms, eyes, and ears. We were the best archers in all of Arda, although do not tell Lord Thranduil that. Tis a sore subject for the Mirkwood Elves, as we usually trounced them whenever our skills were tested." He let out a chuckle, and rubbed the back of his neck a little.

"I must admit my past to be quite lackluster compared to the others. I was happy protecting my home, and serving my lady. What else would you know?"

[serannas]

"I can understand that!" she exclaims, regarding sleeping. "If you've never tried it, it must seem so strange." Ellana thinks back to Galadriel borrowing her bed roll, and the way her face pinched in her sleep as she dreamed for the first time. She hopes Haldir hasn't had any nightmares yet.

The compliment has her straightening her back a little where she sits, absorbing the information with pleasure. Ellana doesn't think herself skilled at many things. She tends to dabble here and there, trying to find what fits. She'll never be a great battlemage or a wise leader, but being told she has strength of spirit? That makes her feel wonderful.

"Yes, Caras Galadhon sounds like a dream. I can't even really picture it in my head, but just the idea of it sounds like a place I wish I could go. I really love exploring and seeing new places, and that would be a place than none could match."

Giggling at his declaration that the Galadhrim were better archers than the Mirkwood Elves, she then tilts her head in thought as he asks what else she wants to know.

"Hmm, let's see... well, you have brothers. What are their names? How many are there? And are you the oldest, youngest, or in between?" She exhales a laugh and draws up her knees towards her chest, resting her chin on a knee. "I'm an only child. I suppose I get a little fascinated in sibling relationships. But you can tell me anything else you want. Really, I enjoy learning about people and new places."

[hallabackdir]

He sobered a bit at the mention of his brothers, and looks down again, shifting a little uncomfortably.

"My relationship with my brothers was...strained to put mildly. My dedication to Lady Galadriel, although it was admirable to most I suppose, was seen as reaching to them. When I was appointed as Commander, it just confirmed their suspicions of me grasping at power. They were older than I, you see. It didn't matter how hard I trained, how much I scouted, how hard I tried. All they saw was me getting special treatment. I learned to speak the language of men, another unforgivable thing in their eyes. I thought it would be useful, but they thought I was lowering myself, not acting as I should."

"We did not see eye to eye on most things." He says softly. "But, I had a purpose in life, and I never wanted to loose that. Caras Galadhon was everything to me, because my Lord and Lady were everything to me. I never felt useless, until I came here."

[serannas]

"I'm sorry," she says immediately, even though she had no way of knowing that his brothers had a poor opinion of him. Perhaps it was a bad idea to ask him so much about himself so quickly after his arrival.

"I can sympathize, in a way. At least, I know what it's like when you want to do something important to you -- something you love -- and others try and make you feel badly about it." She hugs her legs a little tighter, giving him a sad smile.

"Life in a Dalish clan just wasn't for me. I wanted more than what was provided there, and I feel better for having left. But there are some who think less of me for having done so." She thinks back to the cruel things Beleth said to her, as if Ellana's unhappiness was all her own fault and she was nothing but a selfish brat to dare think of leaving the clan.

"But with time, I've learned that you have to make yourself happy first, doing whatever you love whether or not others approve of it. It's no way to live if you're constantly trying to make others happy. You'll only make yourself miserable and they'll probably find other things to disapprove of, so the cycle will never end." There's a pause and a slight blush to her cheeks. "I don't mean for that to sound like a lecture. I just wanted to let you know that I understand some small part of what that's like."

[hallabackdir]

Haldir smiled a little larger, and let out a soft laugh. She went through so many emotions in so little a time. Rising and falling in a span of minutes. She felt things deeply, but was unafraid to let others see that. A decidedly different approach than what he was accustomed to.

"I understand the sentiment, I assure you. But I admit, I do not know much of the Dalish social structures or histories. If you would be inclined, I would like to know more of you as well. I am curious of you culture, but also of you personally. The calling you found must have been powerful indeed to take you away from others whom you obviously care deeply for."

He turned and cocked his head to the side in thought again. "If you did not care for them, their ire would not effect you as it does."

[serannas]

He's hit the nail on the head with her. Ellana is aware she wears her heart on her sleeve, and since joining the Inquisition, she's taken steps to try and better hide her emotions, but that hasn't really panned out as she would like. A friend taught her to play a dice game where the goal is to lie about your roll, but she can rarely hide the blush to her cheeks, or the way her lips twitch when she's trying to hide a smile. These tells are just a part of who she is.

"It was powerful, yes. I hope you'll understand it when I get to that part, but I'll tell you our history first."

Now she lowers her legs, crossing them and dropping her hands into her lap before she begins to tell him about her people.

"Ages ago, the elves were the only sentient race in Thedas. We had a grand empire too. But then humans arrived, and were curious as to our secrets and our magic. They built their own empire: the Tevinter Imperium, and conquered the elves, taking them as slaves. For hundreds of years, we were slaves in Tevinter, and slowly forgot our history, our culture, everything. The only things retained were those things taught in secret. Then, an uprising of both elven and human slaves occurred, and they won their freedom. The elves were gifted with land in Orlais called the Dales, in order to rebuild their empire." Ellana pauses, releasing a sad sigh. Unfortunately, things didn't get better for the elves from there.

"Things start to get blurry here, because there are both elven and human accounts of what happened next. The humans say we isolated ourselves and refused to help them fight the Blight; the elves say humans tried to steal back territory and convert us to their god. Whatever the truth, the humans marched on the elves and conquered us again. They told us to integrate with them and worship the Maker. Those who did were called city elves. Though who refused, who wanted to live in isolation and worship our gods, the Creators, were left to be nomads called Dalish. The Dalish have no land they own, and so the clans stay scattered, moving from place to place every few years when the humans grow angry at us for being around."

Now she notices she's been picking at her cuticles as she speaks and wraps her hands around her ankles so she won't continue the gesture.

"All that said, I like to get to know an individual before I judge them. I don't think badly of a human for being a human -- you'll hear some elves call them shems too, but that's meant as an insult. I think judging all humans as bad people is just as wrong as humans judging all elves to be bad or lesser or whatever. Neither is right, so I don't do it. But elves in Thedas as a whole are looked down on by humans as a whole, because of our history. I'd be happy to tell you more about clan life as I experienced it, but do you have any questions first?"

[hallabackdir]

Haldir thought on the information she gave him for a few moments, struggling to come to terms with the feelings her words had roused inside him. To live without a home? No fortress, or sanctuary? The thought made him grind his teeth, and he let out a breath.

He could not fathom what it was like to loose everything about your culture except for the tiny pieces scraped together after centuries, while having no where to put down roots for the future. And then to be divided farther into those who chose to integrate and those who chose to remain. It was a good way to keep them from growing enough in force to take back any of the land they had been given. Their enemy had been clever. A painful story indeed.

Haldir turned to her, placing his hand on the roof top between them so he could see her better. "I do not know what it is like to not have a home. You lived like this? Always wandering? How did you keep yourselves defended?"

[serannas]

Ellana nods at his question. It's understandable that rifters might not have a concept of this, though she assumes that somewhere, some place beyond the Fade, there are nomads in other lands too.

"Well, we have scouts that protect the camp. Usually humans stumble upon us, or simply get lost in the woods, and the scouts threaten them or even just mess with them until they back off." She thinks back to certain clanmates who would seduce human men, sleep with them, then steal their clothes for a laugh, sending them home naked where they wouldn't dare admit to a male elf seducing them. "Unfortunately some clans are more vicious, and it's said they torture and kill any humans they catch, stringing up their bodies from the trees as a warning to others to stay away." She shakes her head in disappointment and frustration. "It's clans like those that keep the stereotype that we're savages going. But to continue: if the humans start growing more bold, or our scouts hear news that they want to drive us out, that's when we move camp again. We have halla that we care for, and they pull our aravels for us. They're like carriages with sails -- so, land ships. That is how we move."

[hallabackdir]

At first, he couldn't help but see the similarities between the scouts of these clans, and his own experiences. But, as she continued the similarities went away quickly. The thought of seducing an orc left a rather unpleasant taste on his tongue, so he pushed that far from his mind.

"My role in Lorien was similar to these scouts, although we never sought to entice or trick our enemy, we simply killed them swiftly. However, if a man or dwarf wandered too close to our border, I can't claim we did not have a little fun at their expense." He looked a little guilty, especially after her speech earlier of tolerance and acceptance. "But, I do understand what it means to have to be constantly vigilant to protect those who depend on you."

"I am intrigued by these land ships-these Aravels. I would like to see one someday, if possible." He looked at her a little hopefully.

[serannas]

"Oh. I suppose guard duty must be boring, so those sort of things are common anywhere. I wouldn't know. I was never allowed to stray far from the camp." One of the reasons she left, in fact. There's being protected, and then there's being hidden away.

"I wish I could show you one, but there are no Dalish clans around Kirkwall." Not anymore, that is. "If any Dalish here have built their own, I don't know about it." Merrill had one she built back at Skyhold, but she's been gone from the Inquisition for awhile now.

"Some Dalish clans are friendly, so there's always the chance they would allow you entry to visit. There is one in particular in Rivain that I'm friendly with, and I'm welcome there anytime." But not, perhaps noticeably, with her own clan. She's officially left them now, and no longer considers herself Dalish. The Rivaini Dalish, however, are far more welcoming, and she's happy to visit them when she can.

[hallabackdir]

He wished not to press the issue. She had mentioned that her relationship with her clan was strained, and he did not want to cause her undue strife. She had been kind to him when not many had.

He lifted his hand in front of himself and waved. "Worry not. It was simply curiosity. What is it you have been called to now? It must be something you have deemed important."

[serannas]

"I think so, yes. As well as my duties to the Inquisition, I've also decided to explore elven ruins. There's so much of our past that has been lost, but maybe by looking through ruins, I can fill in some missing pieces." She's actually itching to take out her journal with all her notes and sketches on the ones she's explored thus far, but she doesn't want to shove it in his face if he isn't interested. She does tend to go on when discussing it all.

"Of course, ruins can be dangerous. The ancient elves often left traps to deter robbers, or placed puzzles to solve before you can go farther in. It's not always easy, but I think it's worth the risk to reclaim a bit of what was lost. It's my hope that if the elves have more of our story, we won't look towards the past with such bitterness and anger. We'll move forward and look towards a better future."

Suddenly realizing how sentimental that sounds, she exhales a laugh. "I mean, I don't expect results overnight, but it's worth it to lay the foundations, at least."

[hallabackdir]

He listens attentively, her exuberance is a bit infectious. "Most things of significance do not come easily," he mused in reply.

"Silvan elves have always had a longing for adventure, but with my duties being what they were, I rarely was able to give into that desire. Not that I felt like my life lacked anything by any means." He could picture her tinkering away at a puzzle in some dusty ruin fairly easily, now that it was in his mind.

"But, reclaiming one's history, while also exploring new places would be exciting. I admit to being a little envious of your endeavors. Do you go alone into these dangerous places? I hope you do not."

[serannas]

"I hope you get to have adventures here!" she exclaims with a bright smile. "It's a new place, full of tons to see. And I definitely go with a team, though once this war is won, I'm not sure if that'll be the case. I might not have anyone to go with then." Ellana is definitely still an optimist about them defeating Corypheus and bringing peace to Thedas. For her, it's not a matter of if, but when.

"I take notes on all my journeys. I don't know if you'd be interested in seeing any of it? I detail the ruins and artwork and puzzles. Just-- just everything I can, really. I hope to write a book someday. I have a friend -- he's a famous author here -- and he said he'd help me get it published because it's pretty hard for elves to get taken seriously with this sort of thing."

[hallabackdir]

"I would enjoy that, yes." He replied with a nod. He wrestled about weather to say more of what was on his mind. He didn't want to come off as presumptuous.

"And... if you should have need of help, I would be happy to assist you. Although, I will admit I will be quite useless at opening puzzles and the like. I'm sure the team you have assembled is more up to task. But, I would like very much to see one of your adventures for myself eventually." He cleared his throat a little.

[serannas]

Ellana is quick to rummage through her bag to pull out a leather bound journal, eyes lighting up as she opens it up. Her gaze on him, she nods enthusiastically.

"I would love it if you would come! It would be the perfect way to see the world that was, long ago." But now she flips through her journal before scooting closer, setting one side of the journal on his leg while the other remains on hers.

"Now, in this ruin, there were mosaics on the walls portraying Elgar'nan's sun. He's one of our gods: the All-Father. As well as statues of Fen'harel, our trickster god. That was very unusual because he's usually not depicted among the other gods since he betrayed them. So I have some theories on that, like perhaps the ruin had been used after the fall of the empire during the elves' time in the Dales, since that's where this ruin was. It's possible they used the place to store a lot of statues because usually a temple was dedicated to one god, and here there were statues of Fen'harel, Ghilan'nain's halla, and Andruil's owl too." She pauses, glancing up at him and biting her lip. "Am I going too fast?"

[hallabackdir]

Her closeness caused him to fluster a bit. He wasn't used to having anyone so near unless he was intending to do the harm them in some way. He felt a flutter of panic, but tried his best to continue to be respectful. He tried to keep smiling though, in an effort prevent awkwardness

The sketches were very well done, and he ran a long finger over the haphasard lines. He listened intently, teying to keep up.

At her question, he turned his head. "Perhaps a little, but I am usually a quick study. Please, continue."

[serannas]

It isn't easy for Ellana to determine if she's invading someone's personal space because she grew up in a clan where there was almost zero privacy. Now that she's left that life, she loves privacy -- especially having a door that locks -- but she's still a little slow to catch on when others want more space. Because of that lack of awareness, she stays next to him, flipping to the next page that are mostly notes, but with an image of an archer in the top left corner. These earlier sketches aren't very good, but Ellana's improved a little since then with practice.

"Well, next there were these floor tiles that would light up when you stepped on them. It was a puzzle, and you had to step on them in a certain order so they would all light up. It took a few tries, but we got there. That opened up an area with levers behind gates. That one needed all of us involved, because when you pulled the first lever, a gate opened with another lever inside the little room the gate was blocking off. But when you pulled the lever, the gate closed behind you and the next gate opened up with the next lever. So you pulled that one and on it went until the last lever opened all the gates and the door at the end of the room."

Ellana takes a second to breathe because that was a rather long-winded explanation.

"But elven ruins are like that. My theory is that they wanted to make sure whoever entered the temple or whatever was worthy of being there. So they would have to be smart enough to get through the puzzles."

[hallabackdir]

He studied the notes and drawings about this puzzle with interest. He'd never seen anything like this before. Temples were an odd concept for him to wrap his head around. That there was a special place one must go to worship one god seemed very strange indeed. The songs of the Valar were easy to hear in Arda, their tunes weaving and winding together in everything. Perhaps it was not so in this place, and if that was so, it saddened him a little for these people.

"It would be quite insulting if any but the most cunning plunderer were to find whatever lay inside I'd expect. There must have been quite a bit of trial and error involved in it's unlocking."

He traced along the drawings again, and then let his hand fall away so she could turn the page. "How many of these types of puzzles have you come across?"

[serannas]

Even if the elves of Thedas had once been able to hear beautiful voices woven by their gods, they have long since been locked away, imprisoned where they're unable to reach out to the People.

Ellana watches his hand trace the drawings with a bit of pride. She's shown a few others her journal, but rarely have they seemed so interested in what she's seen as he does. She hopes other elves appreciate her work once she finally gets it published.

"Oh, a fair number by now. Sometimes it's lighting torches, sometimes it's pulling certain levers. They usually have a certain order, and if you get it wrong, everything resets." She turns the page to reveal a detailed drawing of a two handed sword with dark lines across certain points, and arrows pointing to these breaks, labeling what piece it was. She's obviously taken her time to get it just right. "In these ruins I explored, they contained clues to the location of this famous elven sword: the Sulevin Blade. It was in pieces and because of the magic within it, it couldn't be reforged. But the pieces hang up in the Great Hall at Skyhold now, and copies can be made for warriors to use."

[hallabackdir]

He studied the drawing, and his posture started to relax a bit as he listened. After she described the blade, he couldn't help but see the similarities to a blade he was familiar with.

"We have a sword with a similar story in my homeland. Narsil, it was called. A dark lord called Sauron sought to cover all of Arda in shadow and despair. In his thirst for power, Sauron crafted several rings of power. He gifted them to the Kingdoms of Elves, Men, and Dwarves, and secretly crafted one ring with power over all the others."

"My kin and the Kingdom of Men brought together a last, desperate force to battle against Sauron. During that battle, Elendil, King of Gondor, and Gil-galad, the last High King of Noldor, fought Sauron themselves and were slain. Hope seemed lost, but Isildur, Elendil's son, took up the handle-shard of Narsil after his father's defeat. With a desperate swing, he cut the One Ring from Sauron's hand, defeating him. The shards are kept in Rivendell, as both a tribute and a reminder of those times, and for those we lost."

His posture slumped a little after telling the story. He didn't want to dive into the fact that Sauron had endured, and that Isildur had succome to the will of the ring. Such thoughts often left him panicked and worried about the state of his home at this moment. He could do nothing to help them, so such thoughts were useless. Better to just stop there for now.

"Elven smiths are the best in all of Arda. I regret that I am not trained in the craft, or I would aid you in reforging this blade. You might check with the other Eldar. They may possess the skills I lack."

[serannas]

As he begins his story, Ellana stares up at his face with interest, but soon she turns to stare out over the city, absorbing his words and glancing back with a nod every so often to show him she's still listening. She has a sneaking suspicion that one of those rings gifted to the elves was the one Galadriel had lost on her return to Thedas, but she doesn't interrupt to ask about it. It's gone now, and Galadriel had been so distraught over it. Best not to bring it up.

"Oh, I think it's best if it stays in pieces. It was a cursed blade, because it was used to do horrible things long ago. But I think as it is now, it can be a symbol of hope to the elves, that some of what we lost can be found, as well as a reminder that being too prideful leads to a great fall." She smiles faintly, in that way people do when they're satisfied with the way things are. It's best if people only use copies of the blade, instead of the real one.

"I was wondering, since you mentioned the Eldar... what do you think of the Fëanorians that are here? I already know what they did, because Galadriel told me, and I think Thranduil thinks little of them. What's your opinion?"

[hallabackdir]

Her question is an interesting one, and he thinks a moment, considering his answer.

"The Feanorians have ever been the boogiemen of my childhood. I remember when my Ada told me of their terrible fate, and the fate of all our kin during that bloody time. They are a cautionary tale, and one my people take to heart every day. If you had asked my opinion a few months ago, I would have said they were the lowest of low."

"But, when we first came here I happened to talk with Maedhros, the eldest of Feanor's sons. He seemed very much the opposite of what the stories told. He seemed to be...kind, if not a little broken, and searching for a second chance out of life. Perhaps here, with the absence of the Silmarils, he can achieve that. I know history never sheds light on every angle of it's stories, but the deeds they did because of their father's oath were terrible. I would treat them with cation, but I wouldn't advise you to keep away from them. Fingon, one of the most honored Eldar to ever live, is among their number. I believe he will help them seek out redemption, if it can be had. Talk with them if you wish, and form your own opinions."

[serannas]

"It's so strange to me, that jewels could tear people apart like this. But I guess I was raised to value more practical things, and anything frivolous was still useful to me in some way, like a book or a decorative comb." Ellana shakes her head.

"I suppose it can only be good for him -- for Maedhros, I mean -- to be away from those jewels. I haven't heard much of Fingon. What is he known for?"