Prologue
When the last Elves from Lasgalen finally took their leave from the forest that had been their home for countless centuries and boarded the ships for The Undying Lands, they sought to leave a token of who and what they had been. King Thranduil chose from his heart what remembrances he wished to leave so that man might not forget the time of the Elves. Likewise, many of his folk opened their hearts and offered works of art, Elven-crafted weapons that had seen duty through many ages, and writings recalling the days they spent under the trees. Thranduil chose the sword he had carried into the Last Alliance, the first bows of all his sons, and a shield bearing the crest of Oropher. From the library of the palace he chose hand-crafted books and scrolls bearing records of his people.
With a smile, he bequeathed along with all these valued treasures, the Book of Memories compiled by his nephew, Daeron, son of Tarondor, an accomplished storyteller and youngest son of his closest friend and brother of his wife, Her Majesty Queen Lalaith. All of these mementos did he leave in the safekeeping of The Library of Minas Tirith.
Hereafter are excerpts from the remembrances of a lively Elven childhood in the royal House of Oropher.
As The Scribe to His Majesty, King Thranduil, has said, "Arda will never be the same!"