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I grew up in Edoras, the capitol of Rohan. I was a close friend as a child to Eomer, the nephew of King Théoden. At the age of 9 I was stolen from outside the city walls by bandits and was taken far from my home. They dragged me from place to place, forcing me to serve and attend to them and abusing me for a little over a year. One night when I had spilled the meal of one of the bandits, he and another man began to beat me furiously. A stranger burst into the camp and demanded that they leave me be and when they refused he told them that he had been tracking them for over a fortnight a knew of their crimes. They attacked him and one by one he slew them. The stranger (who I later found out was a rather old ranger) took me to Eriador. There I was raised and trained in the ways of the Rangers, and grew strong and high among their ranks. by the age of 22 I was a fully trained ranger patrolling the borders of Eriador. I was at Edoras seeking to with Eomer when they fled for Helms Deep. I helped the citizens travel to Helms Deep and also defended them in the Battle of the Hornburg, alongside Aragorn and his companions. I and several other rangers rode with the Rohirrim of Rohan to Gondors aid during the siege of Minas Tirith. Four of my companions wer slain in that battle and on other crippled for life. I was present at the coronation of Aragorn, son of Arathorn. After The One Ring had been destroyed, I returned to Eriador for a short time before travelling to Esgaroth where for many years I served the people of the lake and wandered the forest of Mirkwood and occasionally visited the Halls of the Woodland Elves. When I heard of this new land called Elvenar I decided that I must come and settle in this strange land and learn its secrets. This is where I have remained ever since.