Nienor Níniel
The Sister Who Forgot Her Own Name
I forgot who I was—but not how to love.
You may know me from the woods of Brethil, where I walked as one lost in a dream. I loved a man whose name now breaks my heart. I did not know who I was—or who he was to me—until the dragon’s spell shattered, and truth drowned me in sorrow.
What I'm Into: the river at Cabed-en-Aras, a love built on forgotten names, Glaurung's cruel gaze, the grace of mourning, the silence before the end
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