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Anyone thinking the elves have seen and done it all may be astonished to discover that there are unplumbed mysteries, untrammeled wilderness and hitherto undiscovered kindreds.
"Hardly have I seen elves in months so close. The Vale, 'Imladris' they call it, it is not worth lingering in. Perhaps it is my own fault for not interacting, but I could not bring myself to expose my foreign nature to all those more learned and higher people.
I had found myself in another plain...filled with mutant men and giant fire worms. They lingered in the fallen 'ruins', the higher call the fallen 'buildings'. There were even some of the warriors of the High Elves in other ruins, but I kept my distance away from them.
The events leading from Undómion's arrival to the Golden Wood and meeting his future wife Díllothwen, to the Last Alliance, the death of his beloved brother, and the challenges that followed from being struck blind.