The legend of Remnantus Cuiviefea The hedonistic Maia and Guardian of Eriador

Hmm where does one begin ? there is no precedent nor precursor to one such as myself , lest there is one that I am not aware of. Well to begin my story goes far beyond my own beginning with irmo and the Creation of my mother , his cup bearer. how ever the maia are wrought I know not , as it is not my place to understand such knowledge . my mother Fion for what ever reason fell in love with the mortal world and one brave noldo whom was but a simple guardian of a long dead city. perhaps she came to our world simply because she wanted to spread green , grain , and grape to a world of much bloodshed. Some where along the way she met and fell in love with my father who's name is lost not only to me , but also to time. the fruit of their love would be born to a city and a world it seemed soon to fall. as we all know the world remains but gondolin is long since gone. the noldor are scattered and scarce I've met but a handful in my travels . from the end of the first age to what is the present day I have roamed the world. at first as a lost and frightened child , then as a some what grown elf seeking revenge against the forces of darkness. all this long while I remembered not a thing of my lineage nor of the strength of my blood. I roamed the world as a Blade for hire a sellsword if you will. I brought much death during these long millennia , all for sums of gold now gone. as I grew so did my strength and my favor towards strong drink . it was at the dawn of the third age after sauron's alleged defeat that my mind began to hunger for the past , it wasn't until a certain company of warriors took me in that I began to fight for more jut reasons than coin. this was the formation of the Red company led by the ranger Amrindil and his associates Adilyr and Mactire. I have fought with and for these men for many years now and even though some of them have come and gone I still hold their mission dear to my heart. It was during these years that my estranged friend turned brother detsactuo and my dear Glamdess came to be huge roles in my ever unfolding story. through trial and triumph I slowly became A noldo of worth . Through this worth my past was revealed to me through a series of great dreams and long slumber. my mother would come to me in these dreams as would my father and together the three of us received a blessing from Irmo and he unlocked the strength within my blood and very soul. being half maia and noldo there is no name known to me that I can call myself . My gifts are great as is the price they come with. as is fitting of such things. I am truly immortal countless times I have been wounded to the point of death , only to fall into slumber and awakening some time later at the base of a certain tree next to a spring of great power in the heart of eriador.this I call my gift of the guardian as I protect Eriador and all whom live in it . pain for peace is an easy summary. as the time passes many died or fall , some of whom are dear to me only I am enduring. that is the way of the guardian. the next gift is no doubt linked to my mother. if I choose to do so I can make plants grow and spring back to life. any harvest I make is most bountiful. with this gift I make good foods and of course the strong drinks I am so fond of. these I gift to the people of Eriador so they might be merry and at times over indulgent . this is the gift of grain and grape. much debauchery comes from the spreading of this gift , thus it seems that when I am not fighting to protect the mortal citizens of Eriador ; I am making their lives , lives of pleanty and over indulgence. the hedonistic maia I've taken to calling myself and the master of dreams Irmo thinks it fitting. in short the easiest way to put my sphere of influence is pleasure with all the perks and pains in fold. at the age of 7050 there are few older than I  , but many are wiser . those doomed to die seem to great founts of wisdom in their graying years. pleasure....... truly I am a prince of such a thing.  to drink to quench a thirst is a good thing, drinking to the point of pain and purging is a common counter balance to it. eating to appease hunger is a good thing , but eating to indulge is not and the peace to make these choices is mine to maintain within the boundaries of Eriador . so I will roam this land spreading my influence and blessing letting one or the other consume mortals until the end of days . Am I a spirit of merriment protecting those he holds dear..... or a spirit that will test the will not only of my foes but the will power of all under my dominion. so dear reader when next you find yourself in a cup with good fellowship remember there are two reds in eriador . the red of wine and the blood on my blade.