Gilvan

GILVAN

   1 I, Sal-Gilvan of Mithar, the third son of Elrond’s cupbearer Nelross, do hereby now lay pen to paper and script my own thoughts of those beginning of days.  This is a reasonable account of why we stayed behind among the Middle Lands of the Nasil, Eriduah was our home as while and we greatly desired not to forsake all that we fought for in the Great War before.  But the departure from Middle Earth they did and we who elected to remain were but only a remnant of twenty and one.  We would not see the ancient knowledge forever fade from the world of men and in our desire to that end was our stay driven towards.

   2 YET great then we imagined challenges came upon us in maintaining and progressing the mundane of our keep and so we developed a new society and simply coming together.  Within the lighthouse, we called named Varlendur; Tower of Strong Friends, we build our new lives upon the ashes of the old.  Determined we were to take part by education and not force upon us, those Bedouin tent dwelling refugees beyond our gates.   We taught them the character of Sinenya and they became new builders of our society.  They became excellent students unto ‘the sons of God’ they viewed us as.  We skilled them in the various arts: masonry, shipwrights, fishermen, smiths and copyist. 

   3 SOME among our remnant grew faint of heart and long regretted their decisions for staying and saw only hardship, which never was our intent for neglecting the Call for the sea’s Undying Lands.  Yet, in time the newness became a new reality we embraced and headlong fought to improve.