A whispering of evil had begun to creep slowly over the land. It was easily ignored by most. The Elves were the first to sense its presence, but their warnings fell on deaf ears. Mortal memory was too short. Their eyes too blind to that which they did not wish to see. And so, it was only the Elves who remained vigilant over the years that passed. But even they discovered too late its source. An ancient evil was rising. One greater even then Sauron.
The evil came on the heals of the Valar’s diminishing power in Arda. Fulfilling a prophecy that had long been forgotten. The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath that foretold of the return of Morgoth through the Void into which he had been banished many millennia ago. He shattered the Sun and the Moon, plunging Arda into darkness and chaos.
The races of Arda must unite once more to drive back the darkness for a final time. To destroy, once and for all, the corruptive and corrosive stain of Morgoth from the land.
Nairë sat on a patch of grass, her face upturned to the sky, her pale hair trailed in the grass, long strands of it blowing across her face in the light breeze. She was lost in thought as she studied the stars. The only source of natural light to grace Arda in over a month. She marvelled at the twists life took. Many of the Elves that remained had chosen to sail west in the face of the growing evil sweeping the land. Her mother and father had urged her to go with them. And she had made her mind up to do so, despite the feeling she had that she wasn’t finished in Arda.
She had left a few days after them, with every intention of meeting them in the Grey Havens. It was during her travels that the Sun and Moon disappeared. The evil they had all felt growing reaching its peak and finally revealing itself to the world. Throwing everything and everyone into chaos. She continued on, though more then ever she felt the pull to stay. To help somehow. Indecision was wearing on her by the time she reached Lindon and she tarried there until she met a stranger. An Elven male who convinced her to join him on his quest to gather together the missing pieces of the Sun.
It seemed an impossible task. But impossible tasks have been completed before, as proven by history time and again. It was better then doing nothing. Better then running away. She was ill equipped for such a journey. She had no weapons save a long knife kept in a sheath on her waist. And while she wasn’t helpless, her fighting skills were little more then rudimentary. Her primary focus through out her life had been healing. She had determination on her side though. It felt right, and rooted in that feeling was the knowledge that had her brother been there he would have made the same choice to stay and fight for the freedom of Arda.
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