Wanderer of the wild; woodwright when temporarily settled.
|Age||Not reckoned by any but himself.|
"O' Grim Handed Man, from West doest come, vigil he stands till day is done.
Through twilit hour doest he ward, 'gainst pack of warg and orc'n horde.
O' Grim Handed Man, with silvered star, pinned to his cloak, from West afar.
Garbed in browns and hues of green, 'neath canopy he roams unseen.
O' Grim Handed Man, to stars doest look, the Shadow's cast he will not brook.
Greater than a lesser Man, in sheathe his blade from Cardolan.
O' Grim Handed Man, thine hour doest come, 'neath Moon and Stars or 'neath the Sun?
When Doom doest toll, thou willst stand tall, when thine kinsmen Elessar doest call!
O' Grim Handed Man, from West doest come, vigil he stands till day is done."
Written by one who witnessed many lives of Men and saw the arrival of the fourth age. He will surely see this wanderer go unto the grave ere long he receives the Gift of Men.
A maverick loner by nature, few have gained his friendship, save some of the fair race who have captured his heart and loyalty; fellow wanderers; and his rough-haired companion-steed.
Heralds of ill-intent, and those foolish enough to stalk the hunter.
His silver star- as much as he loathes to endure its 'weight'; the harsh wild; crafting with timber; and the wisdom of elves.
His silver star- as much as he strives to shoulder its 'weight'; losing his quarry; and cannot abide Pears.
To observe, listen and uphold his oath, to wander wherever his strides take him, and to Safeguard the North.
Seldom speaks enough to be quoted, unless you count his weary sigh.