"More or less." Maglor nods. "The Rangers of Ithilien are part of the soldiery of Gondor, after all. But up in the Northlands, until the King returned they were the wandering remnants of the Anorians, under a Chieftain instead, for there were too few of them and they were too scattered, else."
He'd wandered with them, from time to time, trying to help them in secret as best he could.
"Aye - she was King Theoden's niece, and a fierce a warrior as any. I'm sure my cousin would enjoy meeting your friend." He smiles a little sadly. "But she is long and long dead, now."
Reborn by now, he hopes, but he has no way to find out. His eyes dim a little at the question.
"Ah, well. I am... from everywhere and nowhere, I suppose you could say." Where he drew the coastline he extends the sketch out, revealing whole other lands. "At the end of the First Age, Beleriand crumbled into the sea. That was where we had our lands, my brothers, my cousins and I. But we came not from there at all, but furthermost West, from Elvenhome, Valinor the Blessed."
He doesn't even draw that, only marking an arrow.
"We were the Noldor, the Deep Elves, who loved best learning and craft. For a long time we held the leaguer in Beleriand against our Enemy, but our lands are long overthrown. In Middle-earth now there are only a few strongholds left, and of those only Imladris, Rivendell in the common, has any substantial numbers of Noldor. Eregion and Lindon were swept away at the end of the Second Age, and my kinsfolk are now all dead or fled, saving those holding on in Imladris." He marks those on the map as he goes.
"My cousin Galadriel rules in Lothlorien, but her people are Sindar, for the most part, folk of wood and glade, for so too is her husband. If there are Noldor there, they will be very very few. The other elven strongholds are mostly Sindar and Silvan, as well, and no Noldor dwell there, for Thranduil Oropherion holds no love for the people who once attacked his childhood home of Doriath, and so bars the Greenwood against us, and Cirdan of the Grey Havens lives too close to the Sea for any of my folk to be comfortable there."
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He'd wandered with them, from time to time, trying to help them in secret as best he could.
"Aye - she was King Theoden's niece, and a fierce a warrior as any. I'm sure my cousin would enjoy meeting your friend." He smiles a little sadly. "But she is long and long dead, now."
Reborn by now, he hopes, but he has no way to find out. His eyes dim a little at the question.
"Ah, well. I am... from everywhere and nowhere, I suppose you could say." Where he drew the coastline he extends the sketch out, revealing whole other lands. "At the end of the First Age, Beleriand crumbled into the sea. That was where we had our lands, my brothers, my cousins and I. But we came not from there at all, but furthermost West, from Elvenhome, Valinor the Blessed."
He doesn't even draw that, only marking an arrow.
"We were the Noldor, the Deep Elves, who loved best learning and craft. For a long time we held the leaguer in Beleriand against our Enemy, but our lands are long overthrown. In Middle-earth now there are only a few strongholds left, and of those only Imladris, Rivendell in the common, has any substantial numbers of Noldor. Eregion and Lindon were swept away at the end of the Second Age, and my kinsfolk are now all dead or fled, saving those holding on in Imladris." He marks those on the map as he goes.
"My cousin Galadriel rules in Lothlorien, but her people are Sindar, for the most part, folk of wood and glade, for so too is her husband. If there are Noldor there, they will be very very few. The other elven strongholds are mostly Sindar and Silvan, as well, and no Noldor dwell there, for Thranduil Oropherion holds no love for the people who once attacked his childhood home of Doriath, and so bars the Greenwood against us, and Cirdan of the Grey Havens lives too close to the Sea for any of my folk to be comfortable there."