Taking on Tolkien: A Tareldar’s Voice

Greetings traveler,

I am Silvarion of the Tareldar, one of the High Elves who yet remain in Middle-earth.

Many of my family have sailed into the West, leaving behind the fading lands we once

loved beyond measure. Yet I linger still. Some might call it stubbornness, others loyalty.

Perhaps it is both.

Who am I?

I was born in the elder days, when the world was wider and the stars seemed brighter.

My name, Silvarion, means of the Silver Light, for I have always been drawn to the

moon and stars that shine even in the darkest nights. I am no great lord or king, only a

keeper of memory, a guardian of tales too easily forgotten.

What am I like?

I have lived long enough to witness kingdoms rise and crumble into dust. Such

knowledge could make the heart bitter. Yet I try to hold fast to gentleness,

for beauty is worth protecting even when it cannot endure. I walk slowly, listen

often, and speak with care. Still, I cannot deny the fire within me, when darkness

rises, I draw my bow and my blade finds its purpose.

What do I do?

I am both scholar and guard. My days are divided between song and steel: gathering

the stories of my people, recording them so that Men may one day know who we

were, and patrolling the borders of wild places, keeping watch for the enemy. In this

way I serve both memory and hope.

Whose side am I on?

Always the side of the free people. Though the years have wearied me, I will not abandon

Middle-earth to darkness. I have sworn myself to the fellowship of Men, Dwarves, Hobbits,

and all others who stand against Sauron. We may be few and fragile compared to him, yet

even the smallest flame may drive back the night.

How do I see the world now?

The shadow grows strong again. Sauron rises, and many tremble at his name. But despair

is luxury I cannot afford. I have seen darkness defeated before, though always at great

cost. So I endure. So I fight. And so I sing. If this is to be the last chapter of my people in

Middle-earth, then let it be written with courage and with light Perhaps one day, when

I am gone and my songs are but whispers, a child of Men will stumble upon these words.

If so, may they know this: the Elves did not forsake you. We stood, even as the world

changed, because we believed it was worth saving.

Until we meet next,
Silvarion