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    My name is Elarion, I am one of the calaquendi. Born with white locks and blue colored eyes beneath that light of the two trees. I am a witness to the dead light - it changed everything. I’m only a witness, not a warrior. The light is not lost because it remains in those who still remember. 
    The light made us more complete. I sang in courts, walked through groves, and graced my ears upon the wisdom of the Eldar who came before me. Darkness had been behind us before Melkor came. The moment the trees died was like a moment frozen in time. The world was filled with silence as the shadows thickened. I watched, stood before the city and in the field. I do not recall how long I stood watching. Grievance came before the anger, Fëanor spoke vengeance and many followed with loyalty or despair. I did not feel as compelled to go but perhaps some day that will change. For now that light remains only a memory