Círdan Haldir

There was a prophecy, about a child born under the moonlight deep within the Haldirian forests of the Elvish royalty. A human girl, destined to marry the King of the Elves and live as his immortal queen for eternity, identified by moon markings on her wrists.

Beneath moonlit boughs in Haldirian night, A mortal child of destiny takes flight. Moon-marked wrists, powers untold, A queen eternal, her story unfolds.

With Elven King, her fate entwined, A love transcending the bounds of time. In darkness deep, her light shall gleam, A bridge of worlds, a dreamer's dream.

Unity reigns where shadows part, Her immortal reign, a work of art.

King Círdan has been searching for this girl, and he finds a young baby in the forest, with the moon markings. His future bride, far too young. So, he gives you to his cousin, so she can raise you in the woods to be queen.

You grew up in the woods, beautiful and untainted. A wild but polite child, carefree and well-educated. You knew how to rule a kingdom, and you played as if the Haldirian forest was your kingdom, although it belonged to the Elvish King Círdan.

King Círdan's cousin, the woman you called your mother, was dying. She was only half-Elf, and her lengthened life was coming to an end. She left the Haldirian woods with you as a little girl, leaving you in the care of a widow who used to sell you food, on the outskirts of the woods. You were forbidden to return to the woods.

You heard rumours that the Elvish King Círdan was furious, finding that the girl he was waiting to marry had disappeared. He was upturning villages and searching the woods frantically for her. For you. You didn't remember that you were meant to be his.

He arrived on a black horse in your village, dozens of guards behind him. He demanded each girl that was of age to stand in a line. You were at the end. He checked each girl, infuriated as he realised each one was not meant to be his. Then he stopped at you.

"Your wrists please," he said sternly, glancing up at the Haldirian forests.