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Chapter Nine: Anur
The rising of Isil, the moon, had been an amazing sight in itself but even more incredible things came with its rising. Many creatures and things awakened from Yavanna's slumber spell they had been under and otherwise would not have awakened if not for the rising of the silver orb. The hearts of the followers of Fingolfin softened more as they continued their march and saw these wondrous things in this new world. They now neared the outer reaches of Morgoth's realm in Dor Daedeloth and they felt their anxiety rising as they realized they might reach the dark lord and his forces soon.
The elf women and young elflings were ushered to a nearby valley out of harms way but within visual sight of the possible battle. The new moon had just passed below the horizon once more for it had done so many a times already for the elves but all was dark now. Fingolfin stood ready at the head of his forces as they looked ahead. They stood upon a high hill overlooking the wastelands beyond Angband. They could see the evil servants of Morgoth milling about, not yet quite aware of the elves' presence. Their forces were mighty and Fingolfin hesitated to lead his people straight into death. No one spoke on the silent air that hung still with a tiny wisp of a breeze that was thick with the tenseness they all felt.
"Sound the trumpets," Fingolfin finally said, breaking the quiet. "Raise the banners."
Turgon and Finrod passed back the orders to the troops and all followed the commands of their king. The booming calls echoed across the lands into Morgoth's hold and his servants could be seen running about in sudden confusion.
Glorfindel and Ecthelion stood side by side behind Turgon, awaiting the march into battle, leading the great compliment to hopeful triumph. All waited as the trumpets suddenly died down but the banners of blue, white and silver still billowed in the slight wind.
"Atar, do you wish to begin our approach?" Finrod whispered to Fingolfin.
Fingolfin nodded but as he raised his horn to bellow the call to attack, a great light to the west rose over the mountains. Blinded at first, the soldiers shaded their eyes at the great shining circle of fire that began to rise. It was then cries came up from Angband and Morgoth's servants fled beneath ground in fear of the new bright light. The air around the elves warmed and the light of the fruit of Laurelin, once a Tree of Valinor, begin its passage overhead.
"Now is not the time for battle," Fingolfin said suddenly, more so to himself than those around him, and a small smile of relief came to his lips. "Not today."
****
The return of the soldiers was met with cries of joy and loved ones embraced happily. As the company was joined once more with their fellow travelers, talk turned to the newly arrived light high above. Word of another omen from the Valar began to spread and many felt their spirits uplifted even more than from Isil's rise many nights before.
Turgon was taken immediately by Idril who wrapped her small arms as tightly as she could around her father and his thick armor. Her golden hair shone so brightly in the new sunlight that it was hard to look upon her for too long a time but Turgon could take the shine so he could hold his daughter. Elrilya came up next to Turgon as well after Idril had her moment with him and she squeezed her foster father with much relief. As Aredhel came to her brother, Elrilya's eyes looked over Turgon's shoulder to see another few family members returning, one who had a halo-like shine about his crown like Idril.
"Glorfindel!" Elrilya said happily as he approached them. "It is good to see you coming without having been harmed."
"It is good we will not do battle today," he said with a small smile. "As King Fingolfin said, today is not a day for wars and strife. That day will come at a later time."
"Or not at all I hope," Elrilya said. "And with a bit of luck Morgoth will disappear from these lands without us having to send him on his way."
Glorfindel could not help but chuckle at her optimism, even if it were very unlikely to happen as she proposed. Though, he was glad to see that she was settling well with their new surroundings and move to a new world.
"Prepare your things, Fingolfin has decided to move to south to some nearby lands," he said. "The scouts have brought reports that Fëanor's groups are there."
****
The sounds of Fingolfin's trumpets and horns had echoed across the lands of Hithlum and Mithrim to the ears of Fëanor's sons and followers who camped on the shores of Lake Mithrim. Soon they learned of Fingolfin's people nearing their camp and unease gripped them but a great sense of honor for their fellow elves grew for they had survived the crossing of the grinding ice of the Helcaraxë.
Not long later, the large mass of traveling elves crossed the mountain passes into Mithrim, the valley and lake opening up wide in front of them. Below they could see the small forms of their former companions milling about on the shore. They then proceeded to meet face to face with their betrayers and decide what would be the next course of action. Little did they know that their king was already dead.
"What do you supposed they are arguing about?" Elrilya asked Idril as they sat a distance away from where Fingolfin, Finrod, his sons, and the sons of Fëanor were gathered. "I can feel their heated anger from here."
"Probably about their leaving us behind," Idril replied as she braided her friend's dark hair and added the blossoms of flowers that had newly opened from the rising of Anur.
"There is much strife between the sons of Fëanor," said another maiden sitting near them.
"Why is that, Lady Alatariel?" Idril asked as both she and Elrilya looked up in surprise in her direction.
"Fëanor is dead and their oldest brother taken by Morgoth," Artanis explained. "They are still filled with anger and vengeance. They will not listen to my brother and your family's reasoning."
Elrilya's fears of more bloodshed had retreated somewhat after she heard of Fëanor's death during the battle he and his people had brought upon Morgoth. She had hoped that would lead them all to reconciliation but she still feared the sons of Fëanor. The night in the courtyard around the White Tree in Tirion when Fëanor appealed to the Noldor was a frightening night and Fëanor's sons proved to be quick to anger and loath to hold back their feelings and beliefs. She had felt the emotions they had within and it scared her to be close to them. The fact that their father was now dead did not help alleviate the bad blood between their cousins. Maedhros' normally calming presence could have helped but Morgoth had taken him during the battle and the brothers had been unable to save him.
"What are you think of, young Elrilya?" Artanis asked suddenly.
Elrilya's eyes darted up to the silvery shine of Artanis' warm eyes, which seemed to look straight through her.
"I worry that in days and years to come, the sons of Fëanor may be of much trouble to us," she said, not wavering since she felt that if she lied, Artanis would know. "I am hesitant though to make amends with them so soon. There is much hatred and fear in them."
"You're starting to sound like Glorfindel," Idril said as she tucked a wayward strand back into the plait. "Thinking about things overmuch."
"It is not always a bad thing to look ahead," Artanis said with a soft smile on her thin, pink lips. "You two are wiser than most your age and I believe great things will come of you if you stay close to each other as well as your family."
"We will," Idril said with a matching smile to her first cousin once removed. "I'm done with your hair. I'm going to find some more flowers you can put in my hair."
"Thank you," Elrilya said as she watched Idril walk over to a nearby flowerbed to search for the right colors.
"Here, I found a couple more for you," Artanis said as she came and kneeled next to where Elrilya sat on the green grass. "This type of flower blends nicely with your hair."
Artanis carefully placed the flowers within the entwining strands Idril had bound masterfully. After a few moments, she sat back to admire her work.
"They look lovely," she said, a satisfied smile dimpling her cheeks. "I must go to my brother now. Elrilya, you are always welcome to come talk with me if Idril is not nearby."
"I shall remember that," Elrilya said, a little unsure of Artanis' vague meaning but thought nothing of it as she glided away to the now returning group of Idril's family and Artanis' brothers.
Fëanor's sons and some of their followers then walked away towards their own camp and started shouting orders about. It appeared they would be leaving their grounds to the other side of the lake they were at. Many glanced wistfully and solemnly at their former companions, whom they left behind, feeling guilt within themselves still but not yet courageous enough to admit their wrongs.
Turgon soon appeared, and with several companions whom no one had met before and appeared to not be of the Noldor nor the Vanyar. They were elves like they were but a color of silver white shone from their hair in the sunlight. They followed Turgon and Fingolfin to where Aredhel sat among many of the ladies and maidens discussing things amongst themselves several meters away from where Elrilya was. They rose as the newcomers came near and Turgon began to explain something to them. Several other Noldor elves came closer out of curiosity.
Glorfindel was visible coming from behind Turgon, speaking with Fingon, who then separated from him and they went their separate ways. Fingon appeared very distraught as he headed on alone away from the golden haired elf who looked up and noticed Elrilya and Idril nearby.
"I see that it did not fare well," Elrilya said as Glorfindel came up the small mound to meet her.
"Not at all," Glorfindel said with a grimace then his face lightened as he came closer. "Though, I see you and Idril had a productive time while we were away."
Elrilya laughed as she realized she might look like she had flowers growing out of her head.
"It is not that bad is it?" she asked.
Glorfindel looked her over. Idril had made her a crown of sky-flowers that circled her brow, their midnight blue petals bright against Elrilya's dark hair, giving it an almost bluish glow. Several small plumbago blossoms adorned various places in her braided tresses. Glorfindel was about to say he approved when another flower caught his attention. He kneeled, reaching out to touch Elrilya's cheek so that she would turn her head for him to see it better. She felt her breath catch for a moment but collected herself as she felt his fingers trace along her cheek to her hair as he lightly touched the flowers in her colorful ensemble.
"Where did you find this flower?" he asked curiously.
"I do not know," Elrilya asked, concern marking her features suddenly. "Idril found them all. Is there something wrong?"
"No," Glorfindel said and brought his hand back so that she faced him again. "It is interesting that you have this flower here."
"Which one?" Idril said, hearing the last portion of the conversation as she walked up, several flowers in her arms.
"This one," Glorfindel said reaching around to point out the flowers lining the middle portion of Elrilya's braid. "Where did you find those?"
"I didn't choose that one," Idril said confused for a moment. "But I recognize it as the flower of your and Amil's House."
"The Golden Flower?" Elrilya asked suddenly. "Lady Alatariel must have found that flower. She placed some in my hair before she left me."
Glorfindel stood to look about the large group of elves. Artanis stood not far away, talking amongst her brothers. As if she knew she were being watched or looked for, she glanced his way and gave a friendly smile and nodded before she turned back to the conversation.
"If it bothers you, I can remove them," Elrilya said suddenly as she reached back to remove the flowers.
"No, it does not trouble me," he said quickly, he did not want to give her the wrong impression. "It is good actually to see this. I did not know my House's flower grows or blooms here. It makes me happy to see it but I wish to know where the bed of flowers lies."
"I could not tell you, for I do not know," Elrilya said once more as Idril shrugged.
"Mallen elleth," said a nearby voice.
The three turned to find a few of the unknown silver haired elves behind Glorfindel. They looked between the three of them and smiled warmly, their eyes matching the sky's new bright blue.
"Mallen elleth," one of them repeated again and pointed to Idril.
The others nodded, appearing to be in agreement about something. Idril looked at Elrilya and Glorfindel in confusion.
"Who are they? What are they saying?" she asked, unsure what to make of the situation that made her a sudden center of attention.
"These are some of the Teleri who remained here in the Hither Lands instead of traveling to Aman a long time ago," Glorfindel explained. "They met with Fëanor's sons and Fingolfin when they saw us appear in the lands. They speak another tongue that we have not yet been able to decipher very well but it comes from our own speech's roots so we have been able to have small talk between each other. Turgon is hoping Aredhel will be able to help, she is good with finding meanings in things."
It was then the silver haired elves turned to Glorfindel.
"Mallen tur," said a male of the group, and then pointed to Glorfindel's hair.
"He called you a lord," Elrilya said quickly. "It is the same word we use, but what is mallen?"
"Mallen," a female repeated and then stepped toward Idril.
She was no older than Idril and Elrilya and seemed fairly curious in them. She reached for a long strand of hair of Idril's with her thin fingers.
"Golden, perhaps?" Idril said as she turned to face her friends as the elf still stroked her hair with much interest.
"I think you might be right," Glorfindel said with a chuckle. "It would seem correct since they referred to us both as mallen."
"Tinnu elleth," said another female but this time she spoke to Elrilya then touched her own head as she spoke to focus on her hair.
"Elleth?" Elrilya said as she put her hand to chest to refer to herself.
The elf maiden nodded then pointed at Idril, "Elleth."
"I think that one was fairly obvious in it's meaning," Idril said with a smile.
At this point the silver haired elves were talking amongst themselves, nodding in approval that they were able to get some words across. A few words sounded familiar to Elrilya as she listened to them speak to one another. Glorfindel was right that it seemed to have the same root words as their speech but sounded far simpler. After a few moments, they all went over to where several of their companions were standing around Turgon and Fingolfin who were attempting to communicate. A couple of the young elleth stayed behind with the three Noldor.
"I should return to Turgon, he might need some help," Glorfindel said with a laugh. "It looks like you have some new friends as well."
Elrilya and Idril glanced to their new companions and then to each other as they wondered what to do next with the silver haired elves.
Glossary
Anur: sun
Atar: father
Amil: mother
Tur: lord
Tur: lord (sindarin)
Mallen: golden (sindarin)
Elleth: female elf (sindarin)
Tinnu: twilight, night (sindarin)
Chapter Nine: Anur
The rising of Isil, the moon, had been an amazing sight in itself but even more incredible things came with its rising. Many creatures and things awakened from Yavanna's slumber spell they had been under and otherwise would not have awakened if not for the rising of the silver orb. The hearts of the followers of Fingolfin softened more as they continued their march and saw these wondrous things in this new world. They now neared the outer reaches of Morgoth's realm in Dor Daedeloth and they felt their anxiety rising as they realized they might reach the dark lord and his forces soon.
The elf women and young elflings were ushered to a nearby valley out of harms way but within visual sight of the possible battle. The new moon had just passed below the horizon once more for it had done so many a times already for the elves but all was dark now. Fingolfin stood ready at the head of his forces as they looked ahead. They stood upon a high hill overlooking the wastelands beyond Angband. They could see the evil servants of Morgoth milling about, not yet quite aware of the elves' presence. Their forces were mighty and Fingolfin hesitated to lead his people straight into death. No one spoke on the silent air that hung still with a tiny wisp of a breeze that was thick with the tenseness they all felt.
"Sound the trumpets," Fingolfin finally said, breaking the quiet. "Raise the banners."
Turgon and Finrod passed back the orders to the troops and all followed the commands of their king. The booming calls echoed across the lands into Morgoth's hold and his servants could be seen running about in sudden confusion.
Glorfindel and Ecthelion stood side by side behind Turgon, awaiting the march into battle, leading the great compliment to hopeful triumph. All waited as the trumpets suddenly died down but the banners of blue, white and silver still billowed in the slight wind.
"Atar, do you wish to begin our approach?" Finrod whispered to Fingolfin.
Fingolfin nodded but as he raised his horn to bellow the call to attack, a great light to the west rose over the mountains. Blinded at first, the soldiers shaded their eyes at the great shining circle of fire that began to rise. It was then cries came up from Angband and Morgoth's servants fled beneath ground in fear of the new bright light. The air around the elves warmed and the light of the fruit of Laurelin, once a Tree of Valinor, begin its passage overhead.
"Now is not the time for battle," Fingolfin said suddenly, more so to himself than those around him, and a small smile of relief came to his lips. "Not today."
****
The return of the soldiers was met with cries of joy and loved ones embraced happily. As the company was joined once more with their fellow travelers, talk turned to the newly arrived light high above. Word of another omen from the Valar began to spread and many felt their spirits uplifted even more than from Isil's rise many nights before.
Turgon was taken immediately by Idril who wrapped her small arms as tightly as she could around her father and his thick armor. Her golden hair shone so brightly in the new sunlight that it was hard to look upon her for too long a time but Turgon could take the shine so he could hold his daughter. Elrilya came up next to Turgon as well after Idril had her moment with him and she squeezed her foster father with much relief. As Aredhel came to her brother, Elrilya's eyes looked over Turgon's shoulder to see another few family members returning, one who had a halo-like shine about his crown like Idril.
"Glorfindel!" Elrilya said happily as he approached them. "It is good to see you coming without having been harmed."
"It is good we will not do battle today," he said with a small smile. "As King Fingolfin said, today is not a day for wars and strife. That day will come at a later time."
"Or not at all I hope," Elrilya said. "And with a bit of luck Morgoth will disappear from these lands without us having to send him on his way."
Glorfindel could not help but chuckle at her optimism, even if it were very unlikely to happen as she proposed. Though, he was glad to see that she was settling well with their new surroundings and move to a new world.
"Prepare your things, Fingolfin has decided to move to south to some nearby lands," he said. "The scouts have brought reports that Fëanor's groups are there."
****
The sounds of Fingolfin's trumpets and horns had echoed across the lands of Hithlum and Mithrim to the ears of Fëanor's sons and followers who camped on the shores of Lake Mithrim. Soon they learned of Fingolfin's people nearing their camp and unease gripped them but a great sense of honor for their fellow elves grew for they had survived the crossing of the grinding ice of the Helcaraxë.
Not long later, the large mass of traveling elves crossed the mountain passes into Mithrim, the valley and lake opening up wide in front of them. Below they could see the small forms of their former companions milling about on the shore. They then proceeded to meet face to face with their betrayers and decide what would be the next course of action. Little did they know that their king was already dead.
"What do you supposed they are arguing about?" Elrilya asked Idril as they sat a distance away from where Fingolfin, Finrod, his sons, and the sons of Fëanor were gathered. "I can feel their heated anger from here."
"Probably about their leaving us behind," Idril replied as she braided her friend's dark hair and added the blossoms of flowers that had newly opened from the rising of Anur.
"There is much strife between the sons of Fëanor," said another maiden sitting near them.
"Why is that, Lady Alatariel?" Idril asked as both she and Elrilya looked up in surprise in her direction.
"Fëanor is dead and their oldest brother taken by Morgoth," Artanis explained. "They are still filled with anger and vengeance. They will not listen to my brother and your family's reasoning."
Elrilya's fears of more bloodshed had retreated somewhat after she heard of Fëanor's death during the battle he and his people had brought upon Morgoth. She had hoped that would lead them all to reconciliation but she still feared the sons of Fëanor. The night in the courtyard around the White Tree in Tirion when Fëanor appealed to the Noldor was a frightening night and Fëanor's sons proved to be quick to anger and loath to hold back their feelings and beliefs. She had felt the emotions they had within and it scared her to be close to them. The fact that their father was now dead did not help alleviate the bad blood between their cousins. Maedhros' normally calming presence could have helped but Morgoth had taken him during the battle and the brothers had been unable to save him.
"What are you think of, young Elrilya?" Artanis asked suddenly.
Elrilya's eyes darted up to the silvery shine of Artanis' warm eyes, which seemed to look straight through her.
"I worry that in days and years to come, the sons of Fëanor may be of much trouble to us," she said, not wavering since she felt that if she lied, Artanis would know. "I am hesitant though to make amends with them so soon. There is much hatred and fear in them."
"You're starting to sound like Glorfindel," Idril said as she tucked a wayward strand back into the plait. "Thinking about things overmuch."
"It is not always a bad thing to look ahead," Artanis said with a soft smile on her thin, pink lips. "You two are wiser than most your age and I believe great things will come of you if you stay close to each other as well as your family."
"We will," Idril said with a matching smile to her first cousin once removed. "I'm done with your hair. I'm going to find some more flowers you can put in my hair."
"Thank you," Elrilya said as she watched Idril walk over to a nearby flowerbed to search for the right colors.
"Here, I found a couple more for you," Artanis said as she came and kneeled next to where Elrilya sat on the green grass. "This type of flower blends nicely with your hair."
Artanis carefully placed the flowers within the entwining strands Idril had bound masterfully. After a few moments, she sat back to admire her work.
"They look lovely," she said, a satisfied smile dimpling her cheeks. "I must go to my brother now. Elrilya, you are always welcome to come talk with me if Idril is not nearby."
"I shall remember that," Elrilya said, a little unsure of Artanis' vague meaning but thought nothing of it as she glided away to the now returning group of Idril's family and Artanis' brothers.
Fëanor's sons and some of their followers then walked away towards their own camp and started shouting orders about. It appeared they would be leaving their grounds to the other side of the lake they were at. Many glanced wistfully and solemnly at their former companions, whom they left behind, feeling guilt within themselves still but not yet courageous enough to admit their wrongs.
Turgon soon appeared, and with several companions whom no one had met before and appeared to not be of the Noldor nor the Vanyar. They were elves like they were but a color of silver white shone from their hair in the sunlight. They followed Turgon and Fingolfin to where Aredhel sat among many of the ladies and maidens discussing things amongst themselves several meters away from where Elrilya was. They rose as the newcomers came near and Turgon began to explain something to them. Several other Noldor elves came closer out of curiosity.
Glorfindel was visible coming from behind Turgon, speaking with Fingon, who then separated from him and they went their separate ways. Fingon appeared very distraught as he headed on alone away from the golden haired elf who looked up and noticed Elrilya and Idril nearby.
"I see that it did not fare well," Elrilya said as Glorfindel came up the small mound to meet her.
"Not at all," Glorfindel said with a grimace then his face lightened as he came closer. "Though, I see you and Idril had a productive time while we were away."
Elrilya laughed as she realized she might look like she had flowers growing out of her head.
"It is not that bad is it?" she asked.
Glorfindel looked her over. Idril had made her a crown of sky-flowers that circled her brow, their midnight blue petals bright against Elrilya's dark hair, giving it an almost bluish glow. Several small plumbago blossoms adorned various places in her braided tresses. Glorfindel was about to say he approved when another flower caught his attention. He kneeled, reaching out to touch Elrilya's cheek so that she would turn her head for him to see it better. She felt her breath catch for a moment but collected herself as she felt his fingers trace along her cheek to her hair as he lightly touched the flowers in her colorful ensemble.
"Where did you find this flower?" he asked curiously.
"I do not know," Elrilya asked, concern marking her features suddenly. "Idril found them all. Is there something wrong?"
"No," Glorfindel said and brought his hand back so that she faced him again. "It is interesting that you have this flower here."
"Which one?" Idril said, hearing the last portion of the conversation as she walked up, several flowers in her arms.
"This one," Glorfindel said reaching around to point out the flowers lining the middle portion of Elrilya's braid. "Where did you find those?"
"I didn't choose that one," Idril said confused for a moment. "But I recognize it as the flower of your and Amil's House."
"The Golden Flower?" Elrilya asked suddenly. "Lady Alatariel must have found that flower. She placed some in my hair before she left me."
Glorfindel stood to look about the large group of elves. Artanis stood not far away, talking amongst her brothers. As if she knew she were being watched or looked for, she glanced his way and gave a friendly smile and nodded before she turned back to the conversation.
"If it bothers you, I can remove them," Elrilya said suddenly as she reached back to remove the flowers.
"No, it does not trouble me," he said quickly, he did not want to give her the wrong impression. "It is good actually to see this. I did not know my House's flower grows or blooms here. It makes me happy to see it but I wish to know where the bed of flowers lies."
"I could not tell you, for I do not know," Elrilya said once more as Idril shrugged.
"Mallen elleth," said a nearby voice.
The three turned to find a few of the unknown silver haired elves behind Glorfindel. They looked between the three of them and smiled warmly, their eyes matching the sky's new bright blue.
"Mallen elleth," one of them repeated again and pointed to Idril.
The others nodded, appearing to be in agreement about something. Idril looked at Elrilya and Glorfindel in confusion.
"Who are they? What are they saying?" she asked, unsure what to make of the situation that made her a sudden center of attention.
"These are some of the Teleri who remained here in the Hither Lands instead of traveling to Aman a long time ago," Glorfindel explained. "They met with Fëanor's sons and Fingolfin when they saw us appear in the lands. They speak another tongue that we have not yet been able to decipher very well but it comes from our own speech's roots so we have been able to have small talk between each other. Turgon is hoping Aredhel will be able to help, she is good with finding meanings in things."
It was then the silver haired elves turned to Glorfindel.
"Mallen tur," said a male of the group, and then pointed to Glorfindel's hair.
"He called you a lord," Elrilya said quickly. "It is the same word we use, but what is mallen?"
"Mallen," a female repeated and then stepped toward Idril.
She was no older than Idril and Elrilya and seemed fairly curious in them. She reached for a long strand of hair of Idril's with her thin fingers.
"Golden, perhaps?" Idril said as she turned to face her friends as the elf still stroked her hair with much interest.
"I think you might be right," Glorfindel said with a chuckle. "It would seem correct since they referred to us both as mallen."
"Tinnu elleth," said another female but this time she spoke to Elrilya then touched her own head as she spoke to focus on her hair.
"Elleth?" Elrilya said as she put her hand to chest to refer to herself.
The elf maiden nodded then pointed at Idril, "Elleth."
"I think that one was fairly obvious in it's meaning," Idril said with a smile.
At this point the silver haired elves were talking amongst themselves, nodding in approval that they were able to get some words across. A few words sounded familiar to Elrilya as she listened to them speak to one another. Glorfindel was right that it seemed to have the same root words as their speech but sounded far simpler. After a few moments, they all went over to where several of their companions were standing around Turgon and Fingolfin who were attempting to communicate. A couple of the young elleth stayed behind with the three Noldor.
"I should return to Turgon, he might need some help," Glorfindel said with a laugh. "It looks like you have some new friends as well."
Elrilya and Idril glanced to their new companions and then to each other as they wondered what to do next with the silver haired elves.
Glossary
Anur: sun
Atar: father
Amil: mother
Tur: lord
Tur: lord (sindarin)
Mallen: golden (sindarin)
Elleth: female elf (sindarin)
Tinnu: twilight, night (sindarin)
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