Nurbor Beside the waters of the stream he awoke, one of the firstborn children of Ilúvatar. The names they had yet to give everything, but they had devised their own names. He had chosen Nurbor as his own. Many a fair song the elves sang before the coming of the Oromë, and when the lies of Melkor Morgoth reached their ears, they became fearful of the bright hunter. Nurbor though, had little fear of this bright hunter, rather, he became intrigued, and though his kinsman sought to deter him, he ventured forth to see this bright hunter once and for all. From the woods Nurbor awaited the coming of the hunter. He heard the trumpets of the hunter and felt the ground quake under his horse’s hooves. Nurbor sprang from the bushes and in front of the horse and Orome looked upon the elf. A smile came to his face as he looked at Nurbor and this confused him, was it a smile of evil, or was it something else? Nurbor spoke at length, questioning this hunter about himself, and the darkness that was to the north. The hunter told him of the foul creature that was Melkor. And later as history tells the Gods came and smote the stronghold, and rendered the north a wasteland. Nurbor had come back among his people and told all he knew, and when the summons came for the Eldar to follow Orome, most harkened as history told, but the three kings of the Eldar went ahead and came to Valinor and see the light of the trees, and such as history tells. Nurbor had yet to do anything of great deed or worthwhile of song for long while, and when the Eldar finally came to Valinor, the three kindreds had formed, and Nurbor was counted as part of the Noldor. He soon learnt the craft of metal working and of making things of his own creation. Many fair things he created, but none so good or as renowned as Feanor’s silmarills. Nurbor’s own jewels were fair and held a hue that was uncommon, that of a green light, and a blue light, that mingled together. None yet knew of how these jewels came into being, but later he told for he was a giving person when still in the Light of Valinor, and these jewels were made many and gave light to the Noble houses of the Eldar. Nurbor himself was a part of the nobility of the Noldor, and cared little to hold his works to his own mind, and when the selfishness of Feanor with his silmarills reached Nurbor, he sought to persuade Feanor to show the great works more, and share them with the rest of Valinor, but Feanor’s reply was that of one filled with pride and selfishness. From that time on, Nurbor wouldn’t follow anything of the house of Feanor, but rather, stuck more to that of Fingolfin. Nurbor wandered much across the lands of Valinor and hunted with Orome becoming skilled in the arts of tracking and hunting of beasts. In that time as is told through the history of Eä, Morgoth was released from bondage and wove the lies that drove the Noldor into harkening to the words of Feanor. Nurbor sought to counter the words of Feanor along with a few others, though none would be dissuaded, Nurbor vowed to protect the people that would harken to him. He followed along with the host of Fingolfin, and instead of being happy about his freedom from the “servitude” of the Gods, he was sorrowful, for his heart forebode ill tidings of the whole idea. He spoke of this long and often to Fingolfin, yet he wouldn’t turn from his path, and Nurbor bided his time, for little did he know the real evils behind the self exile of the noldor. Back to the top Return to the front page of the book