User:Hallatur Annun/Hallatur Annun
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| Hallatur Annun | |
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| Aphadrim uin Calad | |
| World: | Elendilmir |
| Vocation: | Explorer: MA Tailor, GM Forester |
| Class: | Lore-master |
| Race: | Elf |
| Region: | Lindon |
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| Height: | |
| Sex: | Male |
| Skin: | Pale white |
| Hair: | Light brown |
| Eye: | Green |
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Bio
In the year 750 of the Second Age the Kingdom of the Gwaith-I-Mirdain (or Eregion/Hollin) was found I was just an egger Elf. By the year 1697 of the Second Age Eregion has been destroyed and I found my refuge at the Grey Havens. In 3441 year of the Second Age I marched with my kin in the Last Alliance of Elves and Men against Sauron and forces of Mordor.
After the fall of the Dark Lord and beginning of time of peace in Middle-earth with the beginning years of the Third Age I felt a strange and unexplainable need to go into the east and to try to find and look upon shores of Cuiviénen and see the place where the Sun and moon rise, if it existed any more. My way took me by the north slopes of the Ash Mountains and by the Sea of Rhûn. I had to travel by night because although the people in the lands around the Sea of Rhûn and the great pastures were in panic after the fall of their Lord there were still numerous groups that could present a problem for a single Elf. I used my abilities to hide myself from their eyes and slip past them unnoticed like a fleeting shadow.
After I passed the pastures of Rhûn I sat my sight on the high picks of the Orocani, the Mountains of the East. After a while a made a camp in the base of the Mountains in the dark woods that were giving the base of the Mountain a kind of a fence of thorns.
During my first night there my attention was drown to an archaic song. Week voices have lured me through the forest to the shores of a lake. I couldn’t completely understand the language but it sounded like some kind of primitive Quenya. I was looking the mysterious figures dancing by the shores of the lake. It was like a dream, like an illusion. It was like in the stories that my father’s mother was telling me when I was just a chilled in the haven of Forland in Forlindon. It was a shadow of the past.
When I made my presence noticeable the first contact can be portrayed as silence among stone sculptors since all the Avari stood still when they saw me. After I while we managed to understand each other and to exchange greetings and names. The two leaders of these Elf’s were Morwion and Nurwion. Soon the awkwardness despaired and an intense discussion took its curse.
After a while, I do not know how much time has pasted since I came here, Morwion, Nurwion and I have become good friends exploring the slopes of the mountains and the forest around its base. In fact I have spent around 1000 years of the Third Age with my long lost Elven kin. The feeling cannot be described.
One day great flock of birds came from the west. Morwion and Nurwion spoke to the birds, after the manner of their folk, and learned that a darkness had arisen in a great forest far to the west; I knew from their words that it could be none other than Greenwood the Great that had fallen into shadow. With this horrible visions pasted through my mind, I remembered the horrors I had witnessed when last the Shadow had arisen, and the peace and contentment I had known were shattered. I shivered in fear from the darkness that cam into me with my vision and memory. I knew then that great darkness was coming over Middle-earth and that the time had come for me to retrace my steps westwards, and seek my long-lost kinsfolk, but I wasn’t sure.
Than one night I dreamt that I stood high upon the mountain that overlooked my home; and my gaze was drawn into the west, for it seemed that a dark cloud hung there. As I watched, the cloud grew until it spanned the western sky; ever more vast it loomed, lightning-crowned, shrouding all the land beneath it. Then of a sudden I heard the cry of a great bird, and looking up I saw one of the Eagles of Manwë hanging in the upper airs above the peak. Three times it circled round my vantage, and twice more it cried; then of a sudden it dove down, flashing past me so close I could almost have touched it, and it shot into the shadowed west like a thunderbolt and was lost to view. But above the cloud a brilliant star appeared, the blessed light of Eärendil, and I knew that there was hope yet; and I knew that I must go back to the western lands.
After days spent alone with my thoughts over the vision and dream I decided that the time has come to go back to Eriador and to raise arms with other free people of Middle-earth against the upcoming of darkness that could devour all of us. But now the circumstances have changed, with the rise of the shadow the way back has become more dangerous that it was when I cam here. I had to possibilities in front of me; one was to wait here in safety until the darkness didn’t come here and swept us from the face of this earth, or I could ask Morwion and Nurwion to join me with members of their kin in my attempt to reach Eriador.
When I came with my proposal to Morwion and Nurwion they wouldn’t hear about it. It took me a long period of time to persuade them in the justice of the plan. After I have covered all the possibilities that were in front all of us in Middle-earth they decided that a kinship from the east shell follow the rays of the Sun from the forests under the Orocani to the west to Eriador.
It took us long to prepare for the upcoming journey, but finally we started our march towards Eriador. It was going to long and hard way until we would be safe again.
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