"That was quite a scream you did there, Tinnuel..." Eärmírë teased with a grin "or should I say... Tinweriel.."
Tinnuel shot a death glare at the elleth that stood infront of her.
"Instead of teasing me.. why don't you explain what the Morgoth is happening?" Tinnuel said bitterly
Eärmírë let out a soft laugh and walked closer to Tinnuel.
"My... someone's extremely eager.." She grinned "alright, I shall explain... you have gone back in time to the Years of the Trees"
Tinnuels green eyes widened in shock upon hearing those words echo out of the spirit's mouth. She could feel her blood go cold and her heart stop. Ah... what lovely news to hear.
"You jest..." Tinnuel said finally "please say this is just a joke...please say this is a dream.."
"It is not a dream, Tinnuel.." The spirit said "you have been chosen to help change the coarse of one's life..."
"And that means..?" Tinnuel asked
"You have been chosen to play the role as Tinweriel Isilqussë and make sure her and her loved ones do not fall into a pit of doom.." Eärmírë answered
"And why should I do that?.." Tinnuel inquired
"Because if you don't... you will abide in the Halls of Mandos.." Eärmírë said "or worse.. fade into a wandering spirit.."
On hearing that, the Silvan elleth knew she had to do this task. Though, some reluctance lingered in her heart.
"Fine... what do I have to do?" Tinnuel said
"Fulfill a promise for a loved one and do not let her golden friend fall into the fire of rage and madness.." Eärmírë stated