Elrond stood in robes of grey with Vilya glittering upon his hand. Hearing footsteps behind him her turned and smiled: "Ah Atreyu my young pupil!" The half-elf known as Atreyu smiled broadly. His violet eyes sparkled delightfully. "Lord Elrond, my teacher...the time of elves draws to an end...I can feel it." Elrond frowned: " Indeed...though there is still much to do. I recall the day you arrived here." Yes Atreyu remembered how long a journey it had been to find his home. The murder of his parents: and elf father and human mother forced him from his Homeland. For several years he traveled alone, living as a nomad until that night...the night SHE came to him in a vision...Luthien. Her voice still resounded within his mind even now: "Seek Star-Dome at Imladris...It is there you will find thyself and thy meaning...Seek The land of Imladris!" That morning Grey-Leaf as he was then known, made for Imladris or as it is commonly known Rivendell. There he met Elrond who gave him his name: Atreyu and taught him the ways of Elves. Their lore, magic, fighting skills, knowledge, ect. Soon Elrond had become as a father to Atreyu and the children of Elrond as siblings to Atreyu.