Tinnurion

Act I Part III The First Battle of Beleriand

Act I, Part II: In Awe of the Gonnhirrim

Act I, Part I: When the World was Young

I have arrived in Bree and have found soft bedding and good food for the price of but a few coins. The Prancing Pony never disappoints! Though Men have still a lot to learn of brewing good ale.

*Written in Tengwar lettering, the text appears to be very old*

((The text here should be considered translated into modern Westron from an older form of Sindarin, dating back to the time of Beleriand))

The Sting of Mortality

'Twere with great glee I met the Naugrim,

Such casual yet curious creatures they were,

With hair from chin and jaw and under horn,

So small yet splayed in stature,

They worked without weariness, without wear,

Great walls and pillars, bejewelled or more,

*A letter in Tengwar lettering*

Dear Thirenel,

I bring you good tidings friend. When last I wrote to you after the battle under the trees of Mirkwood, I suspected that Thranduil and Celeborn would divide up the forest now that the fires of Dol Guldur are utterly quenched. It seems that they have indeed done so. The forest is now called Eryn Lasgalen and Thranduil has agreed to take on the rule of the northern part of the forest whilst the southern part henceforth belongs to Lorien.

Tinnurion is no evil persona, no servant of Morgoth. Tinnurion is a wandering elf, forsaken by his own kin. He is secretive, but no more than the Silvan Elves, hidden away as they are in their woodland realm. He cares not for the wars against Sauron, not because he secretly admires Sauron, he despises him as much as any other, but because he is put off by war. He fought in the first battle of the Battles of Beleriand and since then he has never fought in any of the wars of his kin again. He saw the world change before his eyes and he deemed it better to live a life away from that all.

<<A letter in Tengwar lettering arrives by raven>>

Thirenel,

It is with glad tidings that I receive news from the south, from my dear friend, mournful as it may be. I am sorry to hear that you were wounded in battle and that you have found reason to leave your home behind.