Cathdil is a mysterious man, no one knows where he comes from or who he really is. He have been living of the land by farming, hunting and woodworking in Combe for ten years. He rather stay to himself and rather not talk to too many. He go to the tavern in Combe or Bree from time to time, but still sits by himself. Here will a little story of his life be written down, from his birth to his life in Combe.

The Parents

It was the year of 2955 of the third age, a Ranger by the name of Gatuir had just left his camp at the Gravenwood in Dunland. He was a rather lonely Ranger and had not seen his fellow Rangers for years. He had been in the Dunland for all these years, getting to know the people of it and he had fallen in love with a woman by the name of Freil. She was of the Draig-Lûth, the Dragon-Clan, her father being the chieftain of it. Gatuir's love for her was answered by her, but they met in secret cause of her father. They had been meeting in secret during the whole summer.

This day was the fifth of the seventh moon and the fall was coming, soon Gatuir had to leave and head back north. But first he wanted to see her one last time. They met by a small lake not far from Galtrev, the head city of the Dunlendings. There they had one last passionate night under the moon and the stars. On the morning after when they were just about to split up and not see each others again until next spring, some Dunlendings came out of the bushes. It was Freil's father along with his closest warriors and it was clear that he was angry. They captured Gatuir and took them both back to Galtrev, there awaited his judgment.

Freil begged her father to let him go, but he was too angry and just got even more when she did that. He sold her away to another clan as a slave for what she had done, it was to the Caru-Lûth, the Stag-Clan. Gatuir himself managed to escape from his judgment, he tricked his guards and fled. He headed for Trum Dreng and the settlement of Lhan Tarren, the Stag-Clan's home. But he never arrived there, no one are certain what happened to him during his way there, if he died or if he still lives somewhere out in the world.

Months did pass since Freil was sold as a slave to the Caru-Lûth. Now it was 2956 of the third age and the eight day of the fourth moon. And she gave birth to a boy child this day.

The Son

It was Cathdil that was born this day, into the life as a slave it appeared. Eight whole years passed and a strange man arrived at Lhan Tarren, a hooded one. It was a Ranger, an old friend to Gatuir. He had been searching for him for a few years. Cathdils mother was sick, she was moribund and not able to work anymore. When the Ranger found her, she knew exactly who he was.

She told the Ranger all about her son and who the father was. So the Ranger stayed for a week, at the end of that week Freil died and the Ranger managed to get Cathdil out of the life as a slave.

Three weeks passed and the Ranger along with Cathdil arrived in Bree. There the Ranger sought out an old friend, Jorhu Silver and his wife Fhini Silver, at their farm a little bit north of Bree. They took care of Cathdil and started to teach him about the farm. He was a fast learner and managed to become decent on farming the land and working with wood. When he was twelve he got his first bow, not by gift, he made it himself with the guidance of Jorhu. That was when he started to learn how to use a bow. One year later he was gifted a sword, just a old rusty one. But he started to learn how to use that one as well.

Ranger of the North

Four more years passed, now it was 2973 of the third age and a stranger came by the farm, the same one that had left him there. Cathdil was seventeen years old by now, but did indeed looked younger than he was. He still did not know who his father was. The Ranger stayed for a week, during that week he teaches Cathdil a little more about using that bow and sword. When the week was over he had spoken with Jorhu and his wife about bringing Cathdil with him.

They allowed him and Cathdil was told, he did not understand why, but he did follow with the Ranger, that he started to call Uncle.

Two weeks passed on the road and eventually they arrived by a as it seemed forest with mountains in North Downs. But as they arrived some hooded people came out with bows aimed at them. The Ranger greeted them and they lowered the bows. They went inside, there they turned up in an old uin that was filled with camps and other Rangers.

There in Esteldin he was trained to become a Ranger himself. He was told about his father even, that was of the Rangers. There he stayed for ten years, training, learning and perfecting his skills. There he also was learned a lot of good surviving skills.

Now he was twenty seven and it was 2983 of the third age. He headed out to test his skills, he was sent off to a place near the main road north towards Angmar. There he got one of his first scars in his face, the one overlapping his right eye. Another man came out straight for him while he was fighting a Orc. As he managed to cut the Orc down the man came up to him, cutting him in the face.

He did survive that day and headed back home to Esteldin.

New life in Combe

Years and years passed by, during those years he was out in the wild mostly, tracking and slaying Orcs. He went by many places and befriended a few Dwarves, Elves and Hobbits. He got to be known by many names in his travels but the most used name was Shadow. But the time came and it was now, Cathdil being fifty three years old, but looked more like a twenty one year old man. He decided to settle down cause of some recent things that had happened. He moved into Combe, his adoptive parents had died for some years ago cause of old age. Cathdil himself chose the name of Chesterfield as his surname to not drag too much attention to himself.

In Combe he started to farm the land and live of the land. Every beginning of the summer he seeded his land. And at the end of summer he harvested it and sold it in Bree and in Stock. But then for around eight years he saddled over to his Ranger self, he traveled off after he had sold his produces and did not come back before after the winter in the middle of the spring, for ten years. But the last two years he did not travel away, he stayed and tried to put his Ranger life behind him...