Nuladiel Nula I was born in Mirkwood on the 28th day of Ringar in the year 1697 of the Second Age. I was the third of four children. I am half Noldor, a quarter Vanyar and a quarter Teleri. My father Dunwathion was a cousin of the King, and a member of the Royal Court. Our family crest was a green background with a large tree on it. The name of our family was written across it, with a crown on top and wings of flames coming out of each side. My mother Dolenborien was born in Lorien, but fell in love with my father after visiting friends in Mirkwood. I had twin brothers, Ringavar and Alakgwath who were a few years older than myself, and a little sister named Airesanga. Our lives were full of peace and harmony, living there in the forest with the other Wood Elves. My two older brothers and my father spent many hours with me, teaching me how to handle a bow, as well as a sword. I was quick to learn, and my Fathers favorite I think. For generations my father and his ancestors had fought bravely in the wars and battles on Middle Earth against the likes of Morgoth and Sauron. This included the Great Battle where the Host of Valinor broke Thangorodrim and defeated the evil Morgoth. My father lost his own father and brother in that great battle, and carried around the pain with him his entire life. I grew up a very independent and tough little girl. I was only about 25 years old when it happened... I was out as usual, far away from the house. I was in a big Mallorn tree, singing my heart out, thinking what a wonderful life I was leading. When day started to fade away, I began my trek back to our house. I saw smoke rising above the trees, and I raced towards it. I came to where the smoke was, and was horrified to find that it was coming from where my house used to be. I searched for hours and hours in the dark, calling their names. I later found Orc arrows on the ground and stuck in tree trunks.When the fire died I began to pick through the ruins. The only things I found were my mothers ring and my fathers sword. The signet ring was given to her by my father when he asked her to marry him. It is silver, with a pair of hands holding a winged heart, with a crown on top of it, much like our family crest. It hangs around my neck by of black leather cord. My father's sword, Aicanaro, (Sharp Flame) is a beautiful piece of elven craftsmanship. It has runes engraved on the blade, and there is a red stone in the hilt that glows when trouble is near. After that, I began to wander Middle Earth, sleeping in trees and living off the land. Most of my relatives passed over to the Grey Havens, but I did not have the heart to leave. I made many new friends as I followed my feet to distant lands. No matter where I went though, my heart still mourned for the family that I had lost. I was afraid to stay in any one place for a long period of time, because I didn't want to become attached to anything or anyone. Eventually on my travels I met Treyan Andune, a Gondorian, and we adopted each other as sisters. I witnessed the downfall of Numenor and eventually fought for the Last Alliance when they overthrew Sauron. The Battle of Dagorlad was a fiercly faught on both side, and I found myself in the midst of something I hope never to experience again. I lost a lot of friends and once Barad-dur fell, I resumed my travels and viewed the distruction of the War for myself. It wasn't until many years later that I returned once again to the great Imladris..and it was the first time in what seemed like forever that someplace felt like home to me. I am now a Captain* in the Rivendell Army, and I have a new family that I love very much. Assisting me in my duties are my trusted friends, my animals. Fëanaro (Spirit of Fire) is my black stallion, Rordan (Little Poet King) is my wolf hound, a present from Trey and a descendant of the Hounds of Oromë and Isilm my falcon, who was also a present from my sister. I carry an assortment of weapons with me besides my sword. My bow is called Fëaestel (Spirit of Hope) and I also wear a dagger on my left hip. I have twin long swords in memory of my brothers- They are called Varno (Protector) and Maica (Sharp, Piercing). (Many years later I traveled back to Mirkwood and discovered that my brother Ringavar had survived the attack on our family, and we are now in contact on a regular basis.) I am trying to follow in my father's footsteps, and I enjoy keeping the history, the memory and the tradition of my birth family alive. My motto in life is one that I remember always..that no matter how bad things get, the sun will always rise to a new day. 'Ela! Auta i lama, aura entuluva!' (Behold! The Night is passing, and day shall come again!) Back to the top Return to the front page of the book