[Fire-Galad]

Sindahir awoke refreshed from her nap. "I'd better go and apologize to Finwe about running off like that." Sindahir stood in front of a full length mirror. "How can I be of the Noldor? I don't even look like one!" Sindahir remembered something her mother had told her when Sindahir had come running to her saying that the other Elven children wouldn't play with her.

Her mother had taken Sindahir in her arms and asked why. Sindahir said it was because she was too different. Her mother had then smiled sadly and told Sindahir to look at her. 'It's not what others make of you, but what you make of yourself .'

Sindahir smiled and took of her cloak to see more clearly what she was wearing. Her eyes traveled down from her white shirt, the brown vest with the two Trees, the last fruit and flower, the sun and the moon embroidered in gold and silver threads. Her gaze turned to the brown pants and deep green boots. "Well, this is as good as it's going to get, but something's missing." Sindahir then pulled her necklace outfrom its hiding place so that it now showed. Satisfied, Sindahir walked out the room and down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, Sindahir saw another Elf maiden talking to Finwe. Sindahir walked toward the back of the Inn as so not to be seen. The Elf said that she was a Nolodo like Finwe. Sindahir waited at her hiding spot, ready to walk to the table if she couldn't stand listening to them. 'Just until things get crazy.' So Sindahir waited...