Intro. Anita Silmarwen, princess of the Noldor, bore a name that whispered of jewels and light, and she lived as one who embodied both. Her kin remembered her as a daughter of noble house and noble heart, whose spirit was ever drawn to the forge-fires where crystal and gem were wrought into wonders. Unlike many of her people, she sought not power nor renown, but the quiet art of preserving beauty — capturing within each crystal a glimmer of the lost radiance of the Two Trees.
Starlight seemed to dwell in her eyes, and her bearing was as queenly as any crowned with authority, though her gentleness made her beloved by both high and humble alike. Some said her name was prophetic — Silmarwen, the maiden of the Silmarils — for in her shone a reflection of their light, unmarred by the shadow of their doom. Where others burned with restless fire, Anita glowed with steady brilliance: a jewel of her house, radiant yet untouching of the pride that consumed so many of the Noldor.