The Maiar

My name is gwindor, and I am the son of Guilin. My life is a tragedy, and a warning of what can happen. I was once praised, celebrated, and honored. I had everything I wanted. I had a beautiful wife, and I was familiar with the joy of laughter. The memories pain me because I know I can never be the person I remember. He’s gone now, and not even iluvatar has the power to bring him back. Angband took him away and ensured he’d never reappear. Everyone says my life energy is weak, and I look 1000 years my senior. Unfortunately, this is a generous observation on their part. My body and appearance scream of the suffering that I endured, yet it still does not capture the true evil I have experienced. But am I deserving of my current condition? You can be the judge of that. It all started when I listened to my heart instead of my head and charged forward in battle. I forgot all about the situation and thought my passion would help me subdue the immense evil I faced with my bredren. However, th...

 In the trial, I was assigned to the prosecution. As soon as I was aware of my role, I felt pleased and excited, as I truly believe the children of feanor are guilty, and once the jury was given the full picture they would easily come to this conclusion. As a prosector, I had to change the narrative of the children of feanor being victims of something they couldn’t control, to them being the perpetrators of their destruction. The defense loved to use the oath as somewhat of a shield. They hid behind the fact they were “forced” to chase the silmarils. My fellow prosectors were smart to call out the invalidity of the oath. An oath is not something that forces you to act, but a personal choice. The defense failed to realize that they were choosing to kill their bredren, over a personal mission. At the end of the day, feanor was the one who decided to follow the oath, and his sons did the same. This is why I ultimately agree with the verdict. The fact that they are found guilty makes s...