LUTHIEN FOS~ The Fallen One

The heavens roared with a celestial thunder as the evil wizard, shrouded in dark robes, chanted the forbidden incantations. In the ethereal realm above Middle Earth, the summoned Silmaril blazed like a star, its radiant light casting an otherworldly glow. But the wizard's spell was not without consequence. Luthien, the guardian of the Silmaril, found herself plummeting from the heavens, her raven hair streaming behind her like a comet's tail.

As she descended, the Silmaril took a trajectory of its own, shooting away in a brilliant streak of light. The evil wizard, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, cackled as he realized that both the elusive jewel and its guardian were now within his reach.

Luthien's body collided with the earth near the edge of a dense forest. Her senses slowly returned to her, and she found herself disoriented and alone. The memories of her past were a haze, with only fragments of her life as an elf in Doriath before the time of Beren lingering in her mind.

Driven by an instinct she could not comprehend, Luthien staggered to her feet. The enchanting call of the forest pulled at her, drawing her deeper into its mysterious embrace. Unbeknownst to her, the Silmaril had taken a different course, weaving through the skies to elude the evil wizard's grasp.

Meanwhile, as Luthien ventured into the heart of the forest, she encountered a peculiar figure. A young wizard with tangled brown hair and a cloak adorned with leaves and feathers stepped out from behind the ancient trees. His eyes twinkled with a warmth that seemed out of place in the midst of the unfolding chaos.

"Greetings, fair traveler," the wizard spoke with a melodic voice. "I am Radagast the Brown, a friend to all creatures of Middle Earth. You seem lost and troubled. How may I be of assistance?"

Luthien, her silver eyes meeting Radagast's kind gaze, felt a sense of trust and familiarity. Though she could not place why, she decided to confide in this enigmatic wizard. "I fell from the heavens, and I am drawn to the Silmaril, a jewel I am tasked to protect. But I know not why or how."

Radagast stroked his unkempt beard thoughtfully. "A Silmaril, you say? A powerful artifact, indeed. It seems we share a common foe, for an evil wizard seeks the same jewel. Come, let us walk together, and perhaps the whispers of the forest will reveal the path you seek."

As they traversed the ancient woods, Radagast shared tales of his love for nature and the creatures that inhabited it. He spoke of his connection to Middle Earth and the mysteries that lingered in the shadows. Luthien, in turn, began to feel a sense of belonging in Radagast's presence, as if he held the key to unlocking the secrets of her past.