" Little can I remember of my childhood at the western coast of the Icy Bay of Forochel, Far north of Eriador.

I remember the wind so cold it cut straight to my bones. The rain felt like a thousands needles stinging my frozen body. The dire coldness. The cruel lonelyness ..

The beasts of Angmar had grown strong in numbers at one particularly hard winter. Many scouts had gone missing and many small groups of goblins had been seen in the area.

I will never forget how red the sky was in that dark night. Even the moon seemed to go into The Shades and bleed as the beasts attacked with a full force. Our defences were fastly defeated and the wilthy orcs and their brether raided the town ..

I cannot recall how I survived the night but what I never forget was the stench of the fallen. The Death. I thought it could not get any worse but so wrong was I. My beloved was lost to me. The only one whom made my life worth living for.

The Shadows took me .. "