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Those who had the fortune to meet her claimed that she was the fairest of the children of Iluvitar, the supreme being and the creator of all.
Her kin states in whisper how she resembles Luthien of the First Age who fell in love with Beren, a mortal and chose to break the bond with her elven kin and accept the fate of men.
Sometimes, her Kin would stare at her with grief and regret as if they can already see her fate playing right before their eyes but truth be told, Orm, daughter of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell and a direct descendant of the Ancient Elven House couldn't comprehend how an Elf would forgo their immortality for the sake of a fleeting .. .. feeling.
An Elf’s life was long.. So long that mortals flickered like candles in a gale and Orm knew that to love a mortal was to love grief. For an elf to bind their heart to the Afterborn as mortals were once called would be to choose Mortality. To bind herself would mean accepting the gift of Iluvitar and that is to accept death and she swore to herself that she would never walk the path Luthien had.
Born in Rivendell, She was raised in a place of great lore and wisdom, receiving an excellent Elven education and having a Father who is a renowned scholar grant her access to vast knowledge and the company of many other wise elves. She spent her youth learning knowledge and alternately lived and visited for extended periods in Lothlorien where her grandparents, Galdriel and Celeborn ruled and she lived her life contented that way.
It was not until she received a letter from her Father calling her home that she left Lothlorien and returned to Rivendell that she met her and their fate intertwined.
The night were dark but the skies were littered with stars and the moon shines bright and after spending a lot of time in her Grandparents abode, Orm felt a little bit whimsical. Thus she chose to leave her room and walk towards the Garden where flowers dance through moon lit and graceful breeze and this is when she misses her Mother the most. Her poor mother was captured and tormented by Orcs. Although her father healed her physically, she was destroyed in spirit and decided to leave Middle Earth and sailed to Valinor, the land of eternal bliss and beauty, untouched by corruption and decay. She was deep in thought and was singing a song under the silver trees when she notice a shadow in the distance.
For a moment, the world held its breath.
"You hide like a shadow," Orm said, not unkindly, her voice like wind through harp strings. "But you wear no malice."
"I hide only from myself," Ling replied, her voice gravelly from too many cold nights alone. "You sing like the stars remember you."
Orm immediately knew that its a voice that would inhibit even her unconsciousness.
