“..He was known as Daeron in that time and place” – Ithilinn was telling when I gathered my thoughts enough to hear him again”- and he was said to have come from Nargothrond following Celebrimbor as he followed his father Curufin before him, from the far West to this realm.. His name in the old tongue was Daerondo and some of those he came together with were also naming him at times Hyarmacanyon. He was tall and strongly built, and silent and sorrowful, holding much to himself and rarely spending time in the city. I do not know how he met your mother and how they fell in love. She was very young..” I sense a subtle note of disagreement in his voice.
“They were different as night and day, Daeron and Fuinlinn.. She had pale golden hair, like the rays of the moon and loved dance and music and the company of her kin. Her father was a respected brewer of potions and cures and his knowledge on nature was deep and his words of silk. He agreed to their wedding, as he loved his daughter more than anything and this was the happiness she wanted, even she and her choice were so different. And some say he frowned slightly when the name your father chose for your mother at their wedding was her own name in the old tongue, Lómelindë, and no other.
“She gave him 2 daughters, and they were joy to see for all elves. The older one was much on her mother’s kin side, her golden hair crowned with wild flowers, her eyes like the morning mist above fields, and her laugh serene like the song of a forest of wildbirds. The younger one was born little before the war of Eregion. She was –well, you were, if is indeed you- resembling her father greatly in looks and probably in vocation and temper, finding joy to spend time in her father’s forges and was less talkative and joyful as her mother and sister. I only saw her two or three times, when Fuinlinn brought them both to the city for evenings of song and dance and tales, and the last time when I had that dagger made..
“I thought them all dead until this day, as their house was away for the city and was found burned to the ground and was impossible to tell much about the remains..” he frowns and I do not want to imagine the disaster of the sacked Eregion that he remembers now.
“You can have the dagger if you wish, I somehow never got accustomed to using it? For I am more and more sure you are Lothluin as I look at you, you are so much like your father, and it might remind you something or at least bring you some comfort.. I still have it but I do not carry it with me, I can send it to you.. what place do you call home, friend? For I ever seen you before in Mirobel and I could almost call this place a home in this days..”
He again had long moments of looking at me intently waiting until I decided what to answer. “Rivendell.. “
The only home I know now, home to those who lost theirs..
