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"I am old, as counted by the reckoning of mortals. | "I am old, as counted by the reckoning of mortals. | ||
| β | I was born | + | I was born in the early second age, as recorded by the Seers of Numenor, shortly after the gift of their domain and the founding of their star-shaped realm. Those were good years, and all said that I was blessed to have been born and lived in a time between the two Dark Lords. I was born a Prince among the Elves of the Greenwood, and many long years we loved and laughed and danced in the glory of the Glade. |
| β | When Sauron made his war at the end of the second age, my father took all my brothers and the warriors from our fief, and answered Gil-Galad's | + | When Sauron made his war at the end of the second age, my father took all my brothers and the warriors from our fief, and answered Gil-Galad's to fight alongside the faithful of the men, led by Elendil the Tall and his proud sons. None returned. I was left alone, heir to an empty fief, save for my mother. I lingered for a time, in her sorrowful presencer, and I confess that I considered taking the white ship. It was in those early days of the third age that I sought vengance, and my mind and my character grew more rigid; I practiced war for the time when I would be tasked to pick up a weapon against the shadow. But that time never came. |
Some many years later, my mother, overcome with bitter loneliness and sorrow, declared to me that she would leave Middle-earth, and she did. And though I struggled with the decision to pass along with her (for my heart was also heavy with grief and doubt), I still felt that it was not yet my time to do so. Something still pulled at me, and beckoned me to stay in the Greenwood. So I decided I would sleep, and rest, and dream, after the fashion of mortals. It was the 1,000th year of the third age of Middle-earth. It was fair and golden and the leaves were green upon the trees, the day that I lay myself down for rest. | Some many years later, my mother, overcome with bitter loneliness and sorrow, declared to me that she would leave Middle-earth, and she did. And though I struggled with the decision to pass along with her (for my heart was also heavy with grief and doubt), I still felt that it was not yet my time to do so. Something still pulled at me, and beckoned me to stay in the Greenwood. So I decided I would sleep, and rest, and dream, after the fashion of mortals. It was the 1,000th year of the third age of Middle-earth. It was fair and golden and the leaves were green upon the trees, the day that I lay myself down for rest. | ||
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Until, that is, something stirred inside me. And now I know, though I did not at the time, that it was the Shadow and the menace, moving silently about the roots and burroughs of my woodland realm. It was only in my slumber that I was attuned enough to the spirit of the Greenwood to know what it was, and who it was. | Until, that is, something stirred inside me. And now I know, though I did not at the time, that it was the Shadow and the menace, moving silently about the roots and burroughs of my woodland realm. It was only in my slumber that I was attuned enough to the spirit of the Greenwood to know what it was, and who it was. | ||
| β | I awoke to find that the world had changed. Two thousand years had passed. I was weak and slow, diminished, but well rested | + | I awoke to find that the world had changed. Two thousand years had passed. I was weak and slow, diminished, but well rested. I awoke in my house far in the heart of what was now called Mirkwood, a stone Elven tower lost to the annals of time, or thought over-run. My family's line and generations and heirs had been presumed dead or lost. And moreover, I awoke to find that Oropher's realm had shrank and diminished, and now belonged to Thranduil. When I had recovered my strength, I announced myself to him, my liege-lord and King, and I told him of my dreams and my slumber; and upon hearing my witness, he bade me to go West -to find the Lord of Owls called Aiwendil, and tell him of my dreams and to both give and take counsel on the matter. |
And so I collected the trapping of my lord-father - now long since dead on the Fields of Ash - still bright and glittering, for they had not tainted or soured with age. I secured the key to Caran-Rhaw about my neck, and I resolved to put an end to this shadow. | And so I collected the trapping of my lord-father - now long since dead on the Fields of Ash - still bright and glittering, for they had not tainted or soured with age. I secured the key to Caran-Rhaw about my neck, and I resolved to put an end to this shadow. | ||
