Errindel Elmarillion

Born deep in the elven woods, Errindel was always a... special child. That's what his mother told him, anyway. "Errindel, you will be something great," she would say, "I just know it." She never really specified what it was that made him so very unique, or what it was that would make him great, but she kissed him often and told him not to worry about how the other little elflings giggled when he walked by with his mother's hand in his own. "You are mommy's special little boy," she would say, "don't you mind what anybody else says."

As Errindel grew up, he still believed his mother. It didn't matter what anybody else said, he was special. He must have been, because he had foreseen that time Old Gryndall fell off his tree branch and hurt his foot, see, he had dreamed about a large frog on a twig that broke, and why wouldn't they see that it was a sign? He hadn't really understood what it meant until the old elf had limped back home, cursing about the damned branch, but it all made sense now. Why didn't the others understand?

The others never really understood. They never understood why Errindel was so special, and they never understood why he kept telling them that he was made for something great. As the other children grew up, they stopped laughing and started rolling their eyes instead; nobody understood. Errindel decided that his presence obviously made others uncomfortable and nervous simply because they didn't understand.

Nobody understood.

But Errindel knew! He knew he was meant for something better than this. He was meant for something great, just like his mother had said.

Clearly, that something wasn't here in the elven woods, however. They didn't exactly tell him to leave, no. He hadn't committed any crimes, the law required that they welcome him to stay. But it was in their eyes and in the tone of their voice when they asked him if he had seen anything interesting lately, and besides, Errindel had always been special, so he could read between the lines. There was no greatness for him here, no grand future among these fools who did not recognise the prophet that would one day save them all!

And so he left his home -- to search for his destiny among the humans who were notorious for their lack of direction, and their need for guidance. Soon after his arrival to the human realm, he knew that he had made the right decision. Here, among the puny humans, an elf could feel like a God among mortals. Yes, he was on the right path now!

He just needed to find the right sign to point him the way to this elusive greatness that his mother had always talked about. The humans were of little help; for some reason, they were less than eager to acknowledge the fact which should have been immediately obvious -- Errindel Elmarillion would save them all!