​Parents (quick summary): Barahui was a Ranger under orders of Arathorn II in a secluded settlement located in the Angle, where he met a woman called Maraen and quickly fell in love.

TA 2932

 Two years had passed, they finally had a son. Barahui decided to name him, Axelagorn ("Axe" because he loved his axe which was given to him by his father as meed and to end in "orn" to honour the chieftains of old belonging to his lineage). Maraen didn't agree with this name but in the end, she got convinced.

TA 2933

 After the death of Arathorn II, they fled to the North Downs. Barahui decided to get his family far away from the rangers as he could. He built a cabin in the middle of the woods and there they lived for years, living off the land, farming and hunting, with the occasional visit to Trestlebridge or even Bree for business. Along the years, Axelagorn would learn how to hunt, to understand the lay of the land, how to protect himself up close or by range. In his spare hours he would spend them practicing with a wooden sword and shooting a smaller bow, both of them made by his father as gifts. Let's not forget, Barahui was a carpenter, after all, to which, our young hero developed a keen interest in carpentry aswell to be able to help his father. On the other hand, he spent a lot of time with his mom due to his father, sometimes being away for days on a hunt. In these occasions, Maraen would sing for him beautiful songs of old, accompanied by her lute that was also made by Barahui as a gift for her, which later she tried her best to teach Axelagorn how to play. He didn't have much skill with the lute but he liked playing and tried his best to make his mother smile. She would also teach him how to farm, so if one day disaster struck, he could manage himself. As years went by, the child grew curious about their past and asked why were they so isolated from everyone else and where or who were his grandparents. To summarize, Barahui explained they belong to a long lineage called the Dúnedain and because of that, they were in exile. (Chronicle about this event, soon!)

TA 2947

Years went on, when on a rainy day, a ranger appeared on their doorstep with a letter for Barahui, said it was urgent. Barahui didn't like the fact he was so easily found by the Rangers, but then again, they were his people and suddenly that anger turned into curiosity and intrigue once he started to read the letter. His face went white as if he seen a ghost and told the ranger to wait a bit while he said his goodbyes. He turned to his family and explained he was needed in the north. Maraen obviously understood immediately what that meant but our little hero was left clueless. Barahui kneeled infront of him and told him: "Sometimes life has other plans then the ones you wanted and in those times, you need to flow with the current. That's what I'm going to do, my son, I've taught you well. I leave you the sword of my father, your grandfather, so that when you use it, you can feel the power of our ancestry behind you. I've never used it as you know. I hope you can forgive me for this but I will return, I promise. I'm very proud of you." He kissed his son's forehead, embraced his wife and departed with the ranger after getting his bow and knapsack. That was the day, that Axelagorn first felt tears coming down his face because, deep down, he knew something was not right. A deep silence befell the house interrupted only by the sound of the rain falling while his mother hugged him tight.

TA 2952

 After five long years of Axelagorn waiting for his father to return, he had to take up the mantle and replace him so he started hunting which greatly improved his skills with a bow an arrow. Sadly, Maraen, fell ill and with time became delusional. He tried to get some hunting or even woodworking jobs in Trestlebridge to get some medicine but alas, with no avail and later that same year she would not survive the cold winter. On her death bed, she said something to Axelagorn that we would never forget: "Be proud of whom you are, never forget from hence you came. I love you son and if you ever see your father again tell him, we will meet again". By hearing this and seeing his mother draw her last breath , it filled his heart with sadness, despair and rage while he cried, clinging to her body. Rage for his father and for the Rangers as well. After burying her behind the cabin, he made his backpack and locked the cabin because he couldn't bear to stay at that place any longer. He ventured south until he reached Bree and there he became a sell sword. It was here that his journey truly began.

TA 2962

Ten years it took for Axelagorn to realize that he didn't belong there. He didn't want to pass the rest of his life as a lowly mercenary, he was a Dúnedain, and it was time to honor his blood but something much more heavier weighted in his heart, the absence of his father. So, he ventured north-west, to the old land of Kings. (Adventures about his time as a sellsword planned!)

TA 2963

  One year of traveling in search of his father, he fell in love with the ruins of old, the plains, the little rivers and even the lake. He wished he was alive back when that was the capital of Kings, to see all the splendor but alas he could only admire the crumbling ruins that now rested. Yet he felt more proud now of being a Dúnadan than he ever did before. One day, resting while admiring the great lands of the north from a slope, he got ambushed by a group of Rangers, they wanted to know his intentions. Without blinking, not being sure if he could trust them, he muttered one word only: Barahui. Upon hearing this word, a ranger quickly stepped in and took care of the situation whereas ended with Axelagorn joining their ranks (Chronicle about this soon)

TA 3007

 Decades had passed and yet Axelagorn felt right at home, among his kinsman. In all these years defending the northern lands, he became quite proficient as a ranger and more skilled as a warrior. He even increased his woodworking skills as he worked as a carpenter when needed. He would also play the lute for his brethren when the days didn't seemed so grim and in this time, he developed quite a taste for pipe-weed. In one auspicious day, they received the information that they were to travel east and wait for further instructions. His band of rangers led by the ranger who "saved" him, all prepared for the adventure ahead. Our ranger said farewell to his beloved lands and a tear fell down his face because in all this time, he tried but to no avail and found no signs of his father so this journey would do him some good and he was quite excited to see the world. But he made a promise, with one knee on the ground while having the sword of his grandfather ever sheathed, in hand: "I will return father, I won't forget you". And so it began, the adventure that would mold him to the man he is now.

TA 3009

 They made it to Rivendell where they spent some time among the elves, waiting for further instructions. Axelagorn was immediately starstruck and fell in love with the elf culture, their languages and customs, their architecture, even their way of fighting. It was there he met an elf magor (swordsman) called Lornandhir who taught him a lot about using a sword and they became quite fond of each other. In one sparring accident, our ranger, in panic after being disarmed, drew his grandfather's sword for the first time and Lornandhir instantly stopped. The elf noticed that the blade was elf made and had some runes in it, it was written: "Laeg Pel". Lornandhir had a brother, named Landhir, who was more of historian than a fighter and he taught Axelagorn how to speak sindarin, although, our humble ranger wasn't very good and only grasped the basic. Nowadays, when remembering these two years, it warms his heart because he loved every single second spent in Rivendell. It was also the first time for a very long time he knew real peace, he could sleep without having a knife under his pillow, so when the news that they were to travel south, came, he got quite sad.

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