Gwenniel

I.   Their wedding ceremony was small, tiny. There was her mother, father and sister, his brothers. His sister had not been able to attend – she lived in Doriath these days and would not leave. Thus Aegnor and Andreth became husband and wife. It did not feel like a ceremony between families. While Andreth’s family was there, Aegnor’s was far beyond the sea, unknowing of everything. But perhaps that was as it should be – this was hardly the typical wedding anyway.   She was not an Elda, she was an Edain and proud of the fact. Aegnor admired her for that. Where some Men might have felt small and worthless before the prin

He said he had always liked crafting. Ever since he was very young he had been allowed to sit and watch the working of his father, his mother, his grandmother and her father, his grandfather... He spoke those names with some sadness but also indignation. Yet I could see that the education he had been given had made him immensely talented even when compared to his kin. I admired his talent greatly. Celebrimbor of the Noldor was a master smith whom everybody admitted as being one of the great minds of the Second Age. At first I had only observed him from afar, but then I started to work alongside of him and saw that he truly was what people sa

She wasn't brought up in a religious environment, mainly because her parents used to scoff at things they saw useless for mankind. "God is dead," her mother said, "and we need not mourn him." It was the same with her father, who had published a handful of articles on rationality even if that had meant the end of good terms between him and his more religious relatives. Said relatives had done all for his daughter to see religiousity in a better light. Religion entered her life later in life, when she was around 12. She had been browsing through her father's latest article, being now old enough to find interest in books that weren't pre-teen f