Know ye now that what follows is the record of my days, from my youth in a realm that in this Age is only known to those creatures who dwell in Belegaer's deeps.
Chapter 1
My tale must begin with an unlikely meeting in which a Lady of Nevrast lost her heart to a Green Elf of Ossiriand:
Now upon a time, the Lord Turgon called forth his folk from Nevrast to a new Haven hidden from the Enemy and all curious eyes. Many had already made the journey, a grand mix of proud Noldor and beautiful Sindar. My mother was one of the last of the Noldor to join the Exodus.
Young she was, born under the light of Sun and Moon, a gift to parents who had braved the frozen wastes to follow the Feanorians and their Kin. In Vinyamar the family dwelt in peace, enveloped in the afternoon shadows cast by their Lord's hall upon its terraced height, but now the time to move once more had come upon them.
When the caravan was some days into the journey, they were set upon by an Orch raiding party and all would have been lost were it not for a group of Laiquendi hunters who turned the enemy's flank and drove the fiends howling through the trees. .
One there was among the rescuers, fair of skin and blue of eye, long golden locks blowing in the breeze as his deadly shafts took down target after target, stilling many black hearts that day.
In the aftermath, their eyes met...this Noldorin Maid and Eastern Hunter...and both knew they would become as one.
But no outsider could be suffered to know the destination of the journey, and the Green Elves were treated with less courtesy than they deserved. They parted company, angry with the ungrateful folk they had fought and bled for. One, though, did not go far but followed and found himself secretly joining as the wagons, horses and the multitude of Folk entered the hidden vale of Tumladen.
All of our kind in this Third Age know the history of that city upon the hidden hill. Of its glory and of it's fall. We need not repeat it here. Know ye only that our fair hero was bound by Turgon's Law...He could never again leave its encircling mountains. But as the years passed, he and the Beauty were wed and two children did they bring forth. A maid, who's tale will be told another day, and myself, a lad who was the image of his dark haired mother but carried the temperament of his warrior father.
Moody and wont to spend hours with only myself or my father as company, this youth's love came from time spent learning the art of the bow. I dreamed of some day joining the ranks of Duilim's Archers. Alas, it was not to be. The black hordes came down upon us and the city fell when I was still deemed too young. I felled my first Orch that day as we fled over the mountains. It was not to be my last.
Once more my mother found herself searching for a new place to call home. We settled along the mouths of Sirion, but soon afterwards my father thought it best that I continue my training elsewhere, and I found myself under the tutelage of the weapon masters of Balar.
Word came to me upon the tide that war had once again found my family. This time the Enemy was my mother's own people. When our ships arrived I found the raiders long gone, my mother lost to me and my father without his left arm. Through tears of rage he told how he had fought over her body until a sword stroke had taken his arm, a pommel upon the head had left him senseless, and he was left for dead at her side.
We left those shores soon after, finding ourselves in the far colony of Edhellond. This, at long last, was a place I now recall as my home. My father spent his days teaching hunting and tracking, my sister took up service in one of the grand halls, and I wandered the vales and uplands, ever alone and blissful in my solitude, but vowing to return some day to exact my vengeance upon the Scions of Feanor's Folk for the loss of my mother and for all who died that day.
Thus we still lived when Beleriand sank beneath the waves, and thus we remained through the centuries. I wandered further afield as time wore on, seeking new lands and never settling for long in any one place.
Eventually I returned home to Edhellond to bid my father farewell as he boarded one of the last ships to sail from those southern harbours. The Feanorians are long gone, my sister travels her own paths, and only my loss remains.
