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This is what I have so far. If anyone has any ideas, please feel free to comment here or to PM me.

Chapter 1 – Long Years Ago

As it is written in the Red Book of Westmarch, the Third Age ended with the War of the Ring and the Ring Bearers going over the Sea to the West. With the end of the Third Age, so ended the reign of the Elves in Middle Earth. Yet there were a few who remained, Elladan and Elrohir Halfelven, sons of Elrond and Celebrian of Rivendell, King Thranduil of Mirkwood, and Lord Celeborn of Lothlórien.

With the end of the Third Age and the destruction of Sauron, the Necromancer, the realm of Mirkwood was restored to its splendor and renamed Eryn Lasgalen, the Wood of Greenleaves. This is where my tale begins.

My name is Ainu Alassë, an Elf from the realm of Lindon, on the River Lhûn. This was once the realm of Oropher, the father of Thranduil. My great-great-great grandmother, Lindoameldawen, Beloved Maiden Singer, was the sister of Thranduil. After the departure of Oropher and Thranduil, she stayed in Lindon for her lover, Thronalarca, Swift Eagle. They were soon married and bore three children; a son Furinecco, a concealed spear, and two daughters Rínawilwarin, Crowned Butterfly, and Nyamelissenuruwen, Daughter of my Lover’s Death. She was thus named, for in her birth Lindoameldawen died.

After the passing of Lindoameldawen, Thronalarca departed with the children to the realm of the Wood of Grennleaves, where his Father-in-law reigned. The next few years were trying times. This was the beginning of the formation of the Last Alliance. For the next ten years, it was a battle to keep Sauron and his forces from attacking the Wood. Finally, in 3441, Sauron is defeated, but at great cost to Elves and Men. For in the heat of the battle, Oropher and two-thirds of his army was lost. But to the gladness of the heart of the Elves of Greenleaves, Thranduil returned to become King. Though he was battle-weary and deeply grieved, he quickly took to him a wife. And thus ended the Second Age.

Many years passed and the children grew strong and healthy. Rínawilwarin and Nyamelissenuruwen married sons of Thranduil’s chief advisor. Yet Furinecco desired to return to his homeland, the realm of Lindon.

Because of the peace between Mirkwood, Rivendell, and Arnor Furinecco’s travels were fairly uneventful. He had a few skirmishes with Orcs, but none too serious. After many days of travel, Furinecco reached the land of Lindon. He was amazed that many of the Elves were now gone. He hadn’t realized what a toll the War took upon the whole of Middle-Earth. He soon learned that the Lord Gil-galad fell in the same battle, along side his grandfather. This brought back many memories, which had caused him to flee the Wood of Greenleaves.

Furinecco wandered the land of Lindon from Forlindon in the North to Harlindon in the South. He even journeyed to the East, into the Realm of Arnor and Fornost. Finally, he settled in Mithlond, The Grey Havens, on the mouth of the Gulf of Lhûn. There he took to himself a wife. She was a very fair Elven maiden of the Noldor. There was a light that shone about her. Her hair seemed to be weaved with purest gold. Her eyes were grey, yet so deep and sad. Silmariën’s (Lady of the silver-crown) mother was a nursemaid in the House of the King.

In the course of time, Furinecco’s heart began to heal from all hurts and he and Silmariën bore a son, so they named him Envinyatalis, which means “Sweet Healer.” After the birth of Envinyatalis, Thronalarca came to Mithlond. He watched his grandson grow strong, a warrior at heart. A great day of sadness soon came, for Thronalarca was ready to depart and sail to Valinor. Before he boarded the ship, he laid his hand upon his grandson’s head and blessed him. He spoke a destiny upon Envinyatalis. “As you grow strong and fight long, and there will come one from you who shall break evil’s hold. Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you. Namarië!” With that, he boarded the ship to Valinor.

Envinyatalis grew stronger, encouraged by Thronalarca’s words. He knew that there was a time coming when he must leave Mithlond and travel to Rivendell, to join the Lord Elrond in protecting the lands. Yet that time was not now. He had much training in the art of warfare to learn. Many years Envinyatalis stayed in Mithlond, yet there was a growing restlessness within him. At times, he could hear the wind calling, calling him to battle.

In a night vision, Envinyatalis saw one come to him in the likeness of the Elf Lord Gil-galad. In the dream, he placed a weapon of strange craft into his hands. It was not an ordinary sword, in the craft of the Noldor, nor a Dwarvish sword. The blade itself seemed transparent yet was sharp as polished iron. The sword appeared to grow lighter in his hands as he wielded it. Then he heard words deep in his heart and they seemed to burn within him. <font color = "red">"Eruanna antanélyë. Antanalyë i makil a kalina rille, ya nauvalyava ter ilya yénillion. En aina maranwe ta mar omi lyë ar nosselya. Erin anwa an i aksa ya has been chosen an lyë.</font color>(Have to correct some). A grace has been given to thee. You have been given the Sword of Bright Light, which shall be yours throughout all generations. There is a holy destiny that lies within you and your line. Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." From that night on, a fire seemed to be in his eyes, a new strength flowed within him. Envinyatalis was an unconquerable foe.

He began to feel a greater restlessness upon him. He soon left Mithlond and traveled a little ways to Nogrod, the heralded land of Telchar the Dwarf who had forged the great sword Narsil of Elendil and Angrist, the knife of Beren. The land was mostly deserted, except for a few dwarves who stayed, in hopes of making Nogrod great again. There he met a dwarf that was of Telchar’s linage. Envinyatalis revealed himself to be the great-grandson of Oropher, who fought alone side of Elendil and Gil-galad.

Rundin Stealthhelm was the lord of the Dwarves that remained in Nogrod. When he heard of Envinyatalis’ linage, he welcomed him. There he remained for some time. He learned the craft of the dwarves in the foundries of Telchar. In his days at the foundries, Envinyatalis oft remembered the words that were spoken to his heart. He still saw the Sword lying upon his hands. How he longed to forge this sword.

He secretly began to gather materials for Kallasil, the Sword of Bright Light. At last, Envinyatalis said goodbye to Rundin and to Nogrod. He then journeyed to Khazad-dûm, and because of the friendship between Durin’s folk and the Elves of Lindon; Envinyatalis was accepted as a friend.

He returned home to Mithlond and there began to forge Kallasil. (Much story about creating the Sword).

Chapter 2 – Battle of the Heart

When Envinyatalis had completed Kallasil he set out on his journey to Imladris.

This is the chapter where I want to introduce the inner conflict and thus one of the main antagonist that he has to face. This chapter,or I might extend it to the next, will culmanate with Envinyatalas becoming a true warrior. He will have been purified through test and finally broken. The next chapter will contain the battle with the Witch-King of Angmar in 1975 3rd Age.

From there, I'm not sure where I'm going, but I have probablly 6,000 more years to write. Just wish I had that long to write it [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img].