Harnmaia

'And there resided in Valinor the Valar, and below them were their helpers and kindred spirits, the Maiar. Among these were those who tended to the gardens of the Master of Dreams, and it is among those that there was a one named Undómion​, a fëantuli with a great love for the stars of Varda and the perfect balance of the night to Arien's beautiful and brutal day. So close to its spirit did it hold affection for this beauty that it shone brightly, a captured night of stars reflected in its eyes for all to see, and crafted magnificent singing and growing things of deep silver and blue within Irmo's gardens that would wither at the coming of day for it was not Undómion's place to create true things, only to care for that which was already made.

'Undómion's named its creations, simply, nairë​len, for their songs-- though full of beauty-- were doomed to silence upon first light, and many who heard the star flowers often wondered at the perfect note of grief they often set upon the spirit because of this. 'This unrests me,' they said, and troubled the oddness to the other fëantulin until it was decided on a remedy.

''If Undómion feels so, there is purpose,' they said to him. 'So go, and find a place upon the earth where you can seed your nairë​len and return freed from this longing.' And so he did, taking upon him the veil of elvenkind and the name Nairion​, though his eyes would ever betray him should he be gazed upon in bright light.

'And so the creature Nairion walked among the First Children for a little less than an age and found a new affection that stirred his spirit; her name was Alassiel. She was gold of hair and fair of voice, and Nairion returned to Valinor released from his consuming love of the night.

'Alassiel remained in the East, for the nairë​len Nairion had sown were within her, and she was with child; that child and the children after it would all fall prey to the doom of longing Undómion had sown within his star-flowers. All would find a love and be unable to attain it, though in the doing so balance a perfect bittersweet grief that was nothing short of artistic. Her child Aravalyaner ​would carry the doom upon him, and his child Síledis ​​would carry the doom upon her, and her children Silarond and Silaviele would carry the doom upon themselves...

'It is unknown if Undómion was aware of what he had done, though Alassiel sailed after him and stands now as his wife in Valinor.'