Elves

((OOC: This story arc is designed to portray the different members of the Bar-en-Wilwarin and Bar-en-Linquëlossë in some of the events that I wrote in my Timeline. It will most likely be rather short stories since it will mostly be dialogue and things like that. Enjoy!))

The Timeline of the Bar-en-Linquëlossë and the Bar-en-Wilwarin

Years of the Trees

Hello Everyone!

I've been wanting to dig deeper into Daerundros' exact family Origins, and I've formulated a nice family tree and explanation describing Daerundros' origins. Enjoy!

"Ride to war, Daerundros! Ride! Fly!"
Stunned and surprised, I gazed around myself to see a figure seated on a chair. A fireplace chimed happily behind her, and the walls were covered in a pleasant green color, like the forest. She stood up from her odd seating position and straightened herself, dusting off a few stray specks of dirt that had gotten into her clothes. The chair slowly turned to Daerundros, and within it, was an odd... something...

Snow falls heavily, so heavily in fact that nothing can be seen for several paces in front any creature that would seek to venture out into such an inhospitable environment. But there is something out there… In the endless and unrelenting storm…

They are hard to spot but as sure as anything several creatures are slowly trawling through the snow. A group of elves maybe? It is hard to see…

Hall of Fire was as usualy, but joyful like they were most of the time, but this time Mirineth had an urgent mission for us (Most of the Vanimarians): One of Elrond's scouts were reported to be missing and is being held captive at The Bitter Stair; the name made me feel uneasy. I had heard from my father that it was once a grand dwarved home, but now it is said to be cursed with fell beings and Hillmen.