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Elhardil

Elhardil '' The Ghost '' Amrodath

Name Elhardil
Status
Active
Occupation
Ranger.
Age
Middle aged.
Race
Man
Residence
Wanderer.
Kinship
None.
Outward Appearance

                   

A tall, lean and grim man, yet muscular and athletic. Stout and balanced he would stand and worn like a weathered rock. Dark of silken hair reaches down to his shoulders. Pale, strong and and rugged of face, with sharp and keen eyes of grey, he glances piercingly. A scar runs over his right eye, a clear cut by a dagger. He wears his strong leather and chain mail, dark armour with a hood and mask to cover his most facial features and a grey cloak on his back. There's a star like brooch on his chest and fastens his cloak safely that would seem the only fairness upon him. 

Background

                                                                              

Many decades ago, The Amrodath family, a family with the blood of Dúnedain, the Noble bloodline of Westernesse, lived in a small town which is so close Belfalas. That family contained one of last remnants of Arnor, Elhardil's father, and his fair mother from Gondor. A small, yet wonderful and happy family, who plans to give a noble birth to this Earth. Sooner or later, on a fall day, that town was gotten under siege by the bandits seeking fortune and wealth. So few survived that night, his parents being one of them. They sought refuge from other towns and cities, but no avail. Even Ithilien was no longer safe, Elhardil's father led his wife on a dangerous pilgrimage to the North.

Many dangers lurked in that path, testing the might of his father, who was ever worried over his wife, who carried an unborn child within her. After slow and perilous journey through Rohan, through Dunland and the wilds of Eriador, did they finally found their way to the North Downs. It was there where his mother gave birth of her first and only son, Elhardil.

But his birth cost the life of his mother. His father, was saddened by the loss of his wife but in the same time, his life was lightened with the birth of a son. Years passed as Elhardil's father raised and trained Elhardil in swordsmanship until one unfortunate day, a band of raiding orcs claimed his life with a grim pleasure in the woods. Elhardil, now left alone, wandered in the wilds, lost. Eventually ended up into an attention of the Dunédain Rangers in the secret Encampment of Estéldin, and to their Leader, who guided him through his young age until he became an adult.

Older Rangers were impressed of his blade skills, Elhardil, used swords and daggers in an artistic way, which was very successful. So, Rangers taught and been a guide to him for usage of the bow. Eventually, he mastered his marksmanship in the wilds, using longbows while targeting far away, and most of the time, his arrows found their targets. Living in the wilds, without parents, from the small age, was hard. That made Elhardil a little ill-tempered and bold. 

After all, they saw the potential and faith in Elhardil and they appointed him to the Great Watch-tower of Amon Súl. Before he went to there, Halbarad, attached a silver brooch to his chest, the Star of Númenor and he gave him a name, which shall protect him from 'unseen' threats, it was, The Ghost. After that day, nobody called him Elhardil, he has been called by Ghost of the Amon Súl. 

After long years of protecting, Ghost made a small mistake that he never told to anybody. But he knew that it would be the end of his duty, so he just left there. Took up his sword and equipment, then he ran to the nearest town, Bree. Ghost, just kept his duty as a vigilante, met lot's of people, some of them were friendly, some of them were not, as well. Now, he generally dwells in the Bree-Land and helping the local folk in good deeds and still, being an enigmatic Ranger with his secret identity.

Friends
None.
Relatives
None.
Rivals/Enemies
Some.
Loves
Good company, combat, tracking, cold-breeze, night time and Stars.
Hates
Politics, pointless arguements, schemes, Orcs and all Servants of the Dark Tower.
Motivation
His Star of Númenor, being in service of the Free-Folks.
Quotes
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like for everything inside me that’s denied and unknown to be revealed. But I’ll never know. I live my life in hiding. My survival depends on it." "We Dunedain, will fight for you."

Elhardil's Adventures

Journey Ends, Once Again 11 years 8 months ago
Muster of Meluinen 11 years 10 months ago
Elhardil's Adventures

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