Mae l'ovannen mellon-nin!, if you were capable of understanding that without trouble it certainly applies to you! I'm Celeborn, or Sirion, Aran Arnad-in-Eryn, King of Lothlorien on hARDA, Lord of silver fountains, lover of everything that has to do with lóthlorien or elves :D I've been on this wiki for a while now, shorter than I've been playing the mod, because if I'm not mistaken I play it since somewhat around start 2014.
My self made lore-like shizzle
Long ago, when golden were the boughs in spring in fair lóthlorien, King Amroth ruled from his high house on Cerin Amroth, and he was king alone... but he wouldn't be for long since for years now he had found his true love, Nimrodel the maid of the waterfalls and they dearly loved eachother. But soon... disaster struck... and the dwarves of Hadhodrond... or as they call it: Khazad-Dûm, or as the humans call it: the Dwarrowdelve... or as we elves now refer to it... Moria, the black chasm. But anyways these dwarves awakened a demon of the ancient world, a Maia of fire, and not just any maia of fire, one of the 7 great balrogs of Morgoth that had been hiding there for nearly 5000 years. The dwarves fled their ancient homes and settled in, lóthlorien, and guess who weren't too happy about that? Every. Single. Elf. Living in the forest already. Nimrodel, the king's great love even fled southwards to fangorn untill Amroth brought her back, and he promised to take her to a safe place, but before they did (and now starts the stuff that isn't Tolkien but me) they secretly married in the spring under the golden flowers off the mallorn trees, and without Amroth knowing it, a child was born... since no other elf knew about their secret marriage Nimrodel could not stand the shame that the child would bring with it, so she made a basket of the reeds that grew near her treetop home and put her baby into it, she sung it to sleep with her voice as falling silver... then she put him in the river and fled south with her helpers while Amroth quickly followed her, both never to be seen again on these hither shores... but the child survived the icy river and was soon found by an elven couple that was walking nearby, they took the child into their home and because they were oblivious to whom it had belonged they called it Sirion, son of the stream as he had come to them over the river. Now the dwarves had been taken care of by Celeborn and Galadriel, he grew up in hapiness, his when he was 144 years old though his parents decided it was time to tell him where he had come from, Sirion knew the stories of Amroth and Nimrodel... and as soon as he was told that he was found near the river he knew exactly what had happened to his parents, the King and Queen of Lóthlorien. So he went to Caras galadhon and reclaimed what was rightfully his, and Celeborn and Galadriel agreed since they knew who he was all along, and so here we are, Utúlie'n Aurë, with Sirion on the throne of Lorinandë,
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