The voice remained as fair, and when it was time for genders to be chosen, and names to be named, the essence became a woman, fair in skin and with ever clear green eyes. Her hair was as fierce as fire, though her voice was melodious as water, and though she was a beauty indeed, a fault came again in the form of arrogance and vanity. Though for the most part, she was good, and named Saraeare, or “fire-sea,” for she was both fire and water at the same time, both quick to temper and yet easy to forgive.

For many years she dwelt happily in the land of Valinor, under the tutelage of Ulmo and befriending Arien, a kindred spirit. When the Darkening of Valinor came about, it was woeful tears that Saraeare said goodbye to Arien. Thus they were separated, though still their friendship continued, for the sun would show if she needed it too.

And again for many years Saraeare remained content, though a time came when she was bade to leave Valinor, under Ulmo’s wish. So she came to Gondolin, in the mantle of an elf. Her home was made in the House of the Heavenly Arch, and ever more was she vigilant to keep this city, which she fell in love with, safe. Here she was renamed Naurael, which still carried the same meaning as before, only in the elves’ language there, and it was there that she first found love. He was a nobleman from another house, and they were married, and thus Naurael’s vigilance, growing haughty of a city that she thought was her own, grew soft.

Thus came Naurael’s second faulting, for Gondolin fell, and her love was killed, though she was made capture, for Morgoth recognized her voice, and her power. It was then that her arrogance was again fed, and become a monster, for she became one of the Dark Lord’s creatures, a seductress with enchantment. In this time she stayed, until Sauron bade her to come to Numenor, and she did. She left, however, before the Fall, having played her part in a dark way.

Upon reaching the shores of Middle Earth, Naur found again something she had not found in a while: the voice of Ulmo, crashing on the shores. It whispered to her, speaking of what good she had. In that moment the sun shone as well, and she remembered her past, so long ago. The spell of Melkor was then lifted, and she had a strange journey then. For she walked away, alone, and through many woods, and over mountains, and across fields. Her walk put many things into perspective, and gave her much wisdom.

Eventually she found herself in an elven haven, that of Mithlond. There, she studied lore for hours on end. When the time of the Wars came, she offered her services, to try to make up for past wrongs. Her past was kept secret from all, and her manner became shy.

After the Wars, Naur retired to Isengard. Her manner is still very shy, though her looks are still sharp. She is very much into lore and in general leads a quite life, albeit occasionally interesting.