Fraewald hails from the farmlands of the westfold of Rohan, trained in handling a sword, axe, spear and shield by his father Thaewald Ulfhednarson, who were both at the head of a small militia force to repel marauding Hillmen that attacked their homesteads.

He was born in the winter of TA 2999.

During the winter of TA 3028, on his birthday, a large force of Hillmen suddenly crossed the Isen, heading straight for their homesteads.

Organising militia was useless, as it happened in the deepest darkness of night, and most homesteads that were the closest to the Gap of Rohan were burned before alarms were called. Causing panic and disorder among the members, who quickly took it upon themselves, taking leave towards the west

In the chaos that followed, Fraewald found himself wounded by a blade that made a deep cut on his face, on the back of a horse. The Hillmen assumed he was either dead or dying in his horse, thus ignored him as the horse slowly passed the marauding force, leaving scorched earth and death at their wake.

Fraewald looked back, seeing his father and another few men slowly disbanding as the fighting began to grow grim, and the last thing he saw as he slowly moved to the Gap, was his homestead ablaze and collapsing with loud victorious shouting of the Hillmen.

As he slowly fainted, his horse drifted off west, over the crossings of the Isen and beyond. He regained conscience in a ditch near the Lone Lands, with his horse grazing nearby. He mustered his strength and rode further west, into the lushfull fields and forests of Breeland, where he made his way to the town of Bree, to regain strength.

He swore an oath to his forefathers, that he will have no mercy with Hillmen and their allies.

As almost a year had passed by, he found new life in Bree, a life of joy, merriment and fornication, as it was in the old times of his life in Rohan.

However, he will never forget the dark winter night that cost him his friends and family.