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Barkindor

Barkindor "Grimwood"

Name Barkindor
Status
Active
Occupation
Dúnedain Ranger
Age
Close to 90 years old, but uncertain.
Race
Man
Residence
Rivendell
Kinship
Meldórar Airë
Outward Appearance

This Dúnedain is a striking figure with dark hair, honey-colored eyes, and a well-trimmed beard. While traveling or among strangers, he always wears his mask. Despite his battle-hardened life as a Ranger, he still carries an air of nobility. Even in the most desperate moments, he finds the strength to smile, a beacon of hope for the Free Peoples of Middle-earth.

 

Background


T.A. 2930 - Birth and Early Years

Barkindor was born in the wilds of Eriador, far from the cities and courts of the Dúnedain. His birth was a quiet one, amid the shadows of the wilderness. His parents were among the dwindling remnants of the Dúnedain, living far from the larger settlements of their kin.

 When he was in his early teens, the horrors of Middle-earth came crashing down upon his family.His mother was slain in a brutal Orc ambush near the borderlands of Cardolan.The attack left Barkindor heartbroken, and his father, driven to madness, went after the Orcs.He never returned.

With both his parents gone, Barkindor was found by a group of wandering Dúnedain Rangers.These noble protectors of the North took him in, giving him a new purpose and a place among their ranks.Even though he was still a boy, Barkindor was trained in the ways of the Rangers.Skilled in tracking, survival, and swordsmanship and archery.


T.A. 2950 - Growing Up in Dale

As he entered adulthood, Barkindor wandered farther eastward and eventually settled among the men of Dale.Barkindor came to understand not only the culture of the Northmen but also learned much from the dwarves of Erebor. He honed his skills in smithing, trade tongues, and the practical arts of war from both men and dwarves.The wilderness of Dale taught him much about tracking and surviving in harsh conditions.

T.A. 2960 - First Meeting with Carmiriel

Barkindor's travels brought him into contact with many people, but none left a mark upon him like Carmiriel, a light from Lothlórien. Their first meeting led to a deep bond over time. Barkindor was drawn to Carmiriel's laughter and her joyful, full of life spirit. In her, he found hope and someone who understood the burdens of living in a world shadowed by darkness.Over the years, Barkindor and Carmiriel’s companionship grew.They fought side by side against the growing evil of Middle-earth.In her, Barkindor found not only love but also a comforting presence that eased his mind about the past.Together, they roamed the lands, protecting the innocent and standing against the forces of darkness.

T.A. 2990 - Settling in Imladris

After years of traveling, Barkindor and Carmiriel found a peaceful haven in the Hidden Valley, which became their home.A place where they could rest and heal from the scars of their journeys. It was also a place where they would hear of the troubles of Middle-earth and take action to help those in need whenever they could.

T.A. 3018 - The Present

The shadow was growing once more, and Middle-earth was on the brink of war. Barkindor and Carmiriel once again took to the roads, determined to track the movements of the Enemy.His life had been shaped by loss and sorrow, but he would fight to ensure that others would not suffer the same fate.

His past may haunt him, but it also fuels his determination to ensure that the future is not defined by the darkness that once consumed his own kin.


 

Friends
Few, but trusted.Shadows keep secrets, and so do I.
Relatives
Long buried, or lost to time.
Rivals/Enemies
Evil wears many faces; some lurk in the shadows, while others walk in the light.
Loves
Carmiriel, the Elves of Rivendell, certain Dwarves who’ve earned his trust, and his scattered kin among the Dúnedain.
Hates
Treachery, gossip that twists truth, laziness, the servants of shadow, and the Bree-folk.
Motivation
What I have lost does not define me, what I protect does.
Quotes
Careful what you wish for; we get what we ask, not what we truly want.

Barkindor's Adventures

Chapter 3: The Wounds of Memory 10 months 3 days ago
The Road Darkens 10 months 1 week ago
Chapter 2: Signs of a Deeper Evil 10 months 1 week ago
To Light a Candle in the Darkness 10 months 2 weeks ago
Chapter 1: Arrival in Mossward 10 months 2 weeks ago
Barkindor's Adventures

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