A Sindar born early in the second age, witnessing the arrival of the Lord and Lady and then observing the great Mallorn tree’s grow from saplingsto mighty silver tree’s furnished in golden leaves.

Peace reigned in the woodland realm and over the many years he devoted much of his time to the study swordplay. He rarely felt more comfortable than when wielding a chosen blade for the sole purpose of protecting that which he loved, Lothlórien.

Serving the Lord and Lady, with all his might especially during latter parts of the Second age, marching with the Elven host as a part of the Last Alliance, he like many, witnessed the many horrors, grief and the loss of those whom they had known. Regardless, once Sauron was defeated he returned to Lothlórien to continue his duties perhaps even more fervently knowing all too well the possible cost of failure.

Now in the Third Age, with the Shadow of the East rising once again, he did not have the heart to simply reside in Lothlórien, he sought to take the fight to the darkness, for he does not suffer apathy lightly. Rather he would seek to bring hope, strength and aid to those that ask of it. Taur Calad was formed, volunteers from the Golden Wood and further afield, all possessing great skill in which ever discipline they have put their hand to.

Responsible for this endeavour he now spends his time travelling beyond the borders of Lothlórien only to return as duty requires and when rest is needed.