1. Of Gwaith I Uial, the Lands of Evendim
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Far to the north, beneath the moon and stars, there shivered Nen Uial. The Elves had named the Waters of Twilight thusly, for the reflection in the shifting water was as if the heavens had come to life or as if the very stars had come down to swim. Here sang nightingales, and chirruping there was the crickets until the westering sun had long passed. And leaning over the downy shores of moss and round stones there were trees that remembered the dark before it was fearless. They were the Naruthaun, sifting and breathing the airs of the north. The peerless Redwoods of Evendim, who did not put out a single bough until they had stretched fully ten times higher than an elf stands, where the upraised branches were so interwoven that even the day seemed evening underneath. The Naruthaun remembered the horn of Orome, and recalled the day when Celeborn and Galadriel had dwelt beside the lake. But these things had both come to pass, and for long years, while in the West went rising the great glory of the Dunedain, the dim vales had gone undisturbed by all but the wind, and the wild creatures.
But in time came those whose forbears were also of the Edain but who -even after the terrors and horrors of the War of Wrath- could not be parted with the lands of the Middle-earth that they loved. This folk were wise after a fashion, but were in their nature not so grand, nor lofty in their ideals as those who took ship away to Elenna, the land that was Annor, that is now lost. Rather these Men kept a long memory, and were wary of pride. For they recalled the glory of Beleriand, now drowned beneath the sea, and were less eager to forget the lessons that the First Age had taught them. Therefore they lived humbly within sight of the lake, and there they had built the greatest of their villages, held within the arms of the greatest vale, and this they called Tum-Naruthaun.
With the friendship of Elrond son of Earendil, and of Gil-Galad of Lindon they dwelt, sending many of their sons to the service of those Lordly Folk. Those in whom the sea-longing of the Edain was awoken went to serve Cirdan where his haven was built upon the Lune. For the forebears these men had deeply loved the Eldar, and had after their own fashion adopted the Sindarin tongue for themselves, though they spoke it with a deliberate and stern accent, and the Eldar loved them for it, if with some sadness intermingled, seeing a brave folk from whom the deep shadow of the passed Age could never be wholly lifted.
Thusly the star of the Second Age had long since risen, and in the West great dignity was hardening into arrogance. The folk of Lake Evendim dwelt in their vales, and listened to their woods, and allowed the endless whispering of those most ancient of trees to settle into their steady souls. That people became the Naruthaundrim, a people akin, and yet distinct from those descended from the Edain in Bree. And they had little by way of trade, but rather they went as youths into the service of the neighbouring Lords. And in those days they had legions standing in the armies of Lindon, Lune, and serving at Ost-In-Edhil.
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