**This is written as it is found in the journals of the Lightelves at the change of the millennium Septermber 29th 1000A.D- when she left her home, Alfheim**

~Her kin~
Solsinn, or Galandriël Telperiën as she is known in her homelands was born in Alfheim, or in the Jotunheim mountains as the humans know it of the far north of the world known by men.

By the calculation of the kin of men she was born 29th September year 493A.D. which makes her five hundred and seven years - as the humans count. Though no age compared to her kin, her father Agis son, of Simimar, and her mother Gaelira daughter of Aubaudameira. Galandriël's close kin streches 25’000 years back in time - in the calculation of man.

She has no current sisters or brothers, though she has a few cousins and other more distant relatives walking over the soil of the earth.

~Teachings~
Though she is a young elf, she is is well common with the art of herbs and their ancient skills long forgotten by many, she is also in close harmony with the nature surrounding it, and it able to ask it for help in smaller or larger purposes if it is needed.

With the sweet tounge of the Telperiën she can whisper to the moon and make the sea rise in anger, or calm it as a mother easing her child to rest. She can sing to the sun and make it burn the necks of those poor souls underneath it, or let it warm a cold heart in the mists of the snow. Few can so gently whisper the words of the weather. Though as she knows well – these figts may only be used in the good of the existance of the world, if it is used faulty her kin and mind will perish into deep mortality.

Weeds, plants of the kings, and trees. All has ancient attributes only remembered by those who created them – and the kind of the Telperiën. Galadriël is one of those elves who is thaught the ancient uses of some plants, though her knowledge is wide she is especially well known in the area of curing those with diseases and wounds of the weights.

~Purpose~
Though her purpose is clear to Galadriël, it may not be clear to those reading this, nor for those who listen to her words.

The Telperiën are servants of the earth. Her only purpose is to better the state of the earth and the creatures alive in it – may them be good or evil.

She decided herself to travel to the land of the sands, the far south where the sun bites more than the snow of the north. Where only the bravest and harshest of plants dare grow, and the water flees.

~Travel~
I have been travelning for years now, Yavannie has passed me one hundred times, a century in a mans age. I started my travel on horse, my own horse Aoife, which means ‘life’ in a distant language. The beginning og my travel whent down to the human city of Áslo, hundreds of kilometers as the birds fly south. It is a dirty city, and my only purpose for travelning here was to find a boat which could bring me to the north Germania.

When I arrived in Germania, I immidiatly seeked towards the great oak forests. The forests which is coloured bright red during Narquelie, naked in Narvinye, and blossoms yet again in Sulime. The great oak forests is where another kin of my people live, high up in the trees they make a city so beautiful that when seen by man they are not believed by their own.

My travels then took me further south – I was of course on foot. I traveled to the city of Roma as the humans call it to observe what they perceive as holy in those lands, and this study took me west towards the great peninsula that stretches out into the great Western sea.

From here I traveled over a thin pass that almost connects two great lands, down to the deserts. My travel took me many years from the west of the land where the men have black muscles and dark eyes. I reached the old empire of the deert kings to lay my eyes upon the triangular stone buildings known to man as ‘Pyramids.’ They show the abilities of the ancient (to man) men, which buildings 2 millenia after have not been overthrown, or surpassed by other buildings.

My travels then continue east along the great road to the other holy land of man, another God I have learned that they cherish another God. This is the land of which my latest home, in the desert of Arabia, and the city of Ireem. Here, I feel I have purpose as it is raided by conflics, pain and anger.

~Elven attributes
Natural
- Immortal life, unless killed (Sol is over 500 years old)
- Blood poisonous to undead (Chanceplay ½ chance of poisoning)
- Elven sight, can see things from a longer distance

Taught
- Ability to control the nearby nature (if for a good purpose)
- Ability to remember some ancient uses unknown for man of plants