Vanimelriel was sitting at a study deep in the halls of Tinnudir Keep. The tomes before her were lit by dim candlelight. She had copied this script from a rather worn tome recovered from ruins in Fornost. The original text was written in Adûnaic and was now kept in secret. She had made a copy of this original find to work further on it: decipher and translate it into Sindarin. At this moment she was working on this translation. The script was about star-lore passed down from the Elves.
Vanimelriel stretched her arms and took a deep breath as she finished a challenging part. She rolled the tomes and took them as she put out the candle on the desk. She began to walk down the halls in the Tinnudir Keep towards the gates, to have a breather in the cold winter night.
She stepped outside and gazed upon the Heavens for a while, immersed in deep thinking. Ringing sound of steel distracted her. Someone was sharpening a blade. There, sitting on the battlements she saw a young ranger working on a blade.
"Greetings, sister." Her voice softened the chill of the night. The ranger with the blade glanced across her shoulder at Vanimelriel and greeted her warmly. A young yet slightly worn ranger she was and her name was Eruanna. As the Night moved on, the two shared their tidings and stories. Menelmacar rose in the eastern sky heralded by Rammirath, the Nettled Stars. The sorority between them grew into a shared path. Eruanna was preparing for a journey south, to Rivendell. Strange, Vanimelriel thought to herself. She was meaning to travel east and south for a while but she did not know how. She had been feeling a pull towards the south. Thus she accepted to travel with Eluanna, however perilous a road was awaiting them...
Hope returned to them as the Sun rose from behind the smoke in the East. An ancient yet everyoung power sprout in their hearts. Vanimelriel blessed Eruanna under the first rays of the rising Sun, in the ways of Númenor. Thus came the morning to the world on that day.
