Darkness...ever have I known it. In myself and in my liege lady, but not as in the darkness which represents the void or our enemy. The darkness I know is a blanket, a balm, a place we all come from and where we are all headed, wrapped in it we are all hidden. In it we hide that which is valuable, that which is too fragile to bring forth into the light, whether that be the light of day or of the Valar.
My lady's lineage is long and storied, but noble...and utterly misunderstood. I am a keeper of this truth and I shall keep her and her secrets safe; as I was chosen from birth to do. I further her cause, but more importantly I maintain her legacy, whatever the cost...in shadow, her shadow.
I shall be the last of this line, the last keeper of a legacy and a fate almost spent, but I shall fight with no less fervor than my predecessors. Dinithien we are, a name, a title, a duty, passed from one to another since the days of our first Queen. I do not serve the darkness, I serve the twilight...
I hail from a free city far to the south once an outpost of the proud blood of Númenor. My Lady is the last of an exiled bloodline that goes back to Ancalimë, and Bëor before her. I was chosen at birth to serve, chosen from a line equally long lived yet much less pure and noble, chosen as her life long companion, as her shadow. I hold little love for the Valar, but I hold an abiding hatred for the Black Pretender and all his puppets.
Elendil, Isildur and Anárion did well to escape the Akallabêth but they are not our kings. My Queen decends unbroken through her mothers from the true royal blood of Númenor. We would not bend the knee to them and so we are called Black Númenóreans. We did not listen to the lies of Sauron, one of the pretender's puppets, but still we are black to Gondor. However...the enemy of my enemy must be my friend, and so we allied, and so we fell. For my city was destroyed by the cursed Haradrim. Now the reckoning must be at my hand.
Theme song - The Lonely Shepherd
