In the days beyond count, in the eastern lands of the Younger Sun, there came into the world two kindred souls: Dimiturion, whose name is "Son of the Earth-keeper", steadfast and rooted like the silent mountains; and Envaldir, "The Wise Lord", a seeker of hidden knowledge and a guardian of ancient thought. 

Though they were born far apart in both time and place, fate — which the Elves name Umbartë — wove their paths together. For both were drawn to the deep well of stories: the songs of the Eldar and the fate of the Silmarils, the dark fall of Morgoth, and the flickering light of Eärendil’s star. These they treasured not as idle tales, but as windows into truth.

Now Envaldir, the loremaster, walked ever with scroll in hand and questions in his heart. He pondered the mind of Eru, and the threads of the Ainulindalë. Not content with the wisdom of the past, he wove code as Vairë wove tapestries, crafting new worlds with the language of machines. His joy was in creation — not of stone or steel, but of logic and design.

Dimiturion, child of the earth, stood firm beside him — grounded, thoughtful, and full of silent strength. Where Envaldir asked, Dimiturion listened. Where Envaldir sought high knowledge, Dimiturion brought balance. He too was a builder, though his craft was steadiness: of friendship, of fierce loyalty, of laughter in dark places.

Together they journeyed into many realms. In the Fields of FIFA they waged noble wars, their skill echoing in the halls of sport. In the enchanted lands of Heroes of Might and Magic, they raised armies of knights and sorcerers, besieged castles, and carved legends in pixels and time.

And it is said, when night falls, and the stars of Varda are kindled high above, the two still speak of lost tales and far galaxies — of Jedi and Númenóreans, of hobbits and high lords, as if they themselves had walked in Valinor.

Thus their tale endures — not in song alone, but in the quiet bond of enduring friendship, and in the joy of shared stories, both written and played.