I grew up in Mirkwood, exploring the forests with my friend Glenhier and my horse Ishylar. I studied the history of Middle-Earth and all of its great literature. I trained in the skills of archery, bladework, horseback, and nature whispers. I speak to the horses and listen to the winds. I travel like a shadow, silent and unnoticed, a mere dream, a cloud, a whisper on the wind. I journeyed to the great capitals of the elves: Rivendell and Lorien. I bid my parents goodbye back in my home, Mirkwood. As they sailed to the Undying Lands, I and my friend Glenhier journeyed toward Rivendell, following rumors of a mysterious Fellowship. Glenhier was murdered, and I disappeared. I shall not tell where I was. I arrived in Rivendell months later and found out what I could before going home to Mirkwood. But darkness now covers Arda. I must make a difference. My adventure continues...

I am a Sindarin Elf by blood. But by choice I travel and help with horses anywhere I go

Taking care of horses and animals, archery, training and honing my elven skills, literature, travelling, learning the secrets of nature, living life to its full.