Elendil

My Story is quite the tale to tell, my friends. I, Elendil Lionheart was born to Linthius and Tarna Lionheart within Mirkwood, across the salt sea. My Father Linthius was and still is an ranger of great reknown within the lands of Mirkwood, a legend of an legendary bloodline that dates to Gondolin and the First Great Migration. He serves as the commander of the Rangers, Household Guard of the King. It was from him that I had learned the bow, sword and the ways of the wood unique to my people. My mother Tarna is a healer and a mage, whom was present for the birth of more than one resident of my dear native land, it was from her that I had learned of the herbs and roots required to brew the many concoctions required to bring heal, life as well as death.

When I had reached the age of reason, with the blessings of my father, the tears of my mother, I had undertaken the time of wandering that befalls all that are of the great and ancient race of the elves. I had wandered from realm to realm, land to land, dispensing with my knowledge native to me, as well as knowledge that was aquired in my travels. When I had seen the boat that sat within the harbor that went to Malessor, I had eagerly paid my fee and boarded, another aventure to be had, perhaps a chance for me to establish my lineage, form my own legend.