Nienor Character Bio

     I could not let my mother leave to find Turin on her own. She had left before anyone could even think about stopping her. Thingol and Melian had ordered Mablung and his regiment of Elven warriors to set out in her stead. 

    Thingol and Melian had been kind to us. We had arrived in Doriath after the lands of Dor-lomin became safer to travel. Our hopes were high as we entered the kingdom, hoping to see my brother. Mother had spoken to me countless times about Turin and although I had never met him, as he left before I was born, I still wished to finally see him with my own eyes. However, when we arrived and learned that Turin had left on his own years ago after an incident regarding another Elf, we were devastated.

    Several years had passed, and me and my mother were treated as guests of King Thingol, and we lived a comfortable life. One day, a rumor that Mormegil, the man who had ceased Morgoth's grip on the region, was not who he said he was, had reached Doriath. Some said that he had originally come from Doriath. Me and my mother thought the same thing, that it had to be Turin. We went to King Thingol and asked to leave the safety of the kingdom to go and see him, yet he claimed the lands were still dangerous. Even though he may be right, there is no force that would stop me from finding my brother.

    Mother left alone, and soon after the squad led by Mablung followed in her footsteps to keep her safe. Unbeknownst to all, I had been among them. I had found an extra pair of armor, and none could recognize me under the heavy, iron helmet. Once we found my mother, I revealed myself. I pleaded with her to turn back, that she was in no condition to embark on the long journey to Nargothrond. However, like me, she had a burning passion to be reunited with her son, a passion I understood. She had instead commanded me to return, not wanting me to continue on this journey. I suppose we were both hypocrites, wanting only ourselves to continue, worrying about the others safety. By this point, we were too far from Doriath to return, so Mablung begrudgingly allowed us to continue our journey.

    Our journey was long and not without its hardships. Despite the increased safety of the roads, Morgoth's servants, mostly orcs, had not left the region entirely. Regardless of the battles, we eventually came to the region where Nargothrond was located. We were walking along a large river, one that Mablung told us was named Narog. The river was clear, with fish of different sizes clearly visible. However, as I looked upon my reflection in the river, the water clouded, and a dark smog raised from the ground, as if the very ground were smoldering. Panic set in among the guards and horses and chaos ensued. I was thrown from the back of my own horse and landed with a sudden thud.

    Rather than lose my bearings, I could see above the smoke a hill, one Mablung had called Amon-Ethir. I did not know where we were or where my mother was. I needed to reorient myself. I slowly walked through the smog, my hand held out in front of me, as the visibility was low. Eventually, I reached the top of the hill. I rubbed my eyes and coughed to rid my lungs of the infestation.

    As I opened my eyes, I was not met with a clear view of the region. My view was entirely engulfed by a vile beast. It was larger than any I had seen before, it was something out of the stories my mother told me as a girl, but there was no hero to slay it. The creature had four, thick legs, a body covered in sharp scales, a tail that stretched for many meters, and deep golden eyes that made its evil intensions obvious. Suddenly, I found myself speaking, although it was not I who spoke. A power from the beast stirred something in me, compelling me to speak, without any pushback. "My name is Nienor, daughter of Hurin and Morwen. I seek my brother Turin in the kingdom of Nargothrond." I spoke to the beast. Its demeanor changed, I dare not call it happiness, but an emotion of satisfaction, perhaps, seemed to appear on its scaly face. Then, suddenly, a glaze came over the beast's eyes, and my vision went dark.