Astaldoréiel Vanima Asta An amalgam of Noldor, Sindar and Vanyar running in my heritage, I was christened Astaldoréiel Vanima after being born in Lindon during the turbulent final years of the Second Age, to a rather controversial union between close relations - Gildor, of the House of Fingolfin, and Celestel, of the House of Fëanor. Though long years have passed, memories of childhood times still remain fresh and effervescent in my mind. I became an orphan early on, uprooting to the Last Homely House as the inexorable fate of war beckoned; summoning my father Gildor, a noble Elf Prince, and my paternal grandfather Ereinion Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor, to march against the malevolent forces of Mordor. They were both slain in the line of duty during the Siege of Barad-dûr, in which they fought valiantly with the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. Utterly devastated and heartbroken, my mother Celestel wasted away of grief soon after my father’s demise, leaving me in Lord Elrond’s care. My cousin treated me like his very own, and under his tutelage, I grew to excel in swordplay, archery and various methods of healing. However, despite my love for Rivendell, something deep within my soul had stirred, and had begun to gnaw at my consciousness. With each passing day, I yearned to be free - to experience the outside world, and to seek my own adventure. With the blessings of my foster family, I set off from home, travelling light with my beloved silvery-white dragon Melkavarno for company. The vastness of the world was indeed overwhelming, but it was nothing short of interesting or enriching, as I made many new friends and learnt new things. Today, I’m truly glad that I’m back where my heart never left. Rivendell is, and always will be where I belong. Back to the top Return to the front page of the book