It was about two weeks since receiving the letter, the contents simply stated I return home to Eriador...
My bags were packed, I had few things to take, I was extremley upset my brother and sister were not allowed to come, it seems my mother is no fan of the love children of my father....
I waited until finally a man arrived on the farmstead, a real warrior, a blade at each side of his belt, a mixture of silver chain and white plated armour his face covered with a dark grey beard which had a tied short knot hanging from the centre, this joined with his short unruly hair, his face seeming built around the black eyepatch across his face covering his evidently scarred eye.
This man was Lucaras Martyrstorm, my fathers best friend and captain of his guard.
I promised my brother and sister I would see them as soon as I possibly could, shortly after making that promise I left for home, me and Lucaras stopped many times on the way, he told me storys of him and my fathers battles, we sparred often too, he showed me much in them sessions, he was a little scary if I'm fair... I wonder what the old sod does now.
Anyhow when I finally reached my home I was scared, what if I was not how my parents hoped.... I shed a tear strongly against my will that day, was held tightly in each of my parents arms.
How I've changed in the past few years... my innocence was taken, that much I know.
The following year was the best of my life, being welcomed to what bree has to offer, chasing local ladies, I met a few angry protective fathers that year...
I changed with the times before long I sat in my fathers meetings at his side, I gave him input, my education went to good use.
it wasn't long before my fun and games took a turn, when I met a lovely cook.....
