Know you of Magda, the greatest of all singers
Ageless elven maiden, travelling all the lands
With her mighty troupe of minstrels?

Welcome, is she, in human city, elvish forest, and stony dwarvish hall,
For her talents are great,
And 'tis said that soon after she visits a land
Crops are bountiful,
Wars are quelled,
And even cold winter relents...

But trouble hath come to her mighty company!
'Tis said that rivalry between her two oldest sons,
Darkling Sheol, the charming master of the arcane
And Maglor, the mighty singer
Hath dissolved to open warfare
And indeed! Maglor hath disappeared
Whilst Sheol, with elvish cousin Caranthir, and Tara Colds, object of both his and Maglor's affections
Hath taken flight; none knows whence...

In search of Maglor,
Magda's third son, Rigel,
Beast master, tracker,
And silent, brooding Vind,
Forest spirit, friend of trees,
And the dour dwarf, Jehannum.

Meantimes, Magda and her remaining troupe, are camped in dense forest
(Few know where)
And the land is much poorer for lack of their music!

What fate hath drowish Sheol cast upon his brother,
Both hated and loved?

None knows, save those that will not tell....
....but the search continues.