adryna Sweetblossom of Rohan

Born in the west-fold as the daughter of a poor peasant it seems at first.

Little she knew about her fathers heritage. Nor what he once was, and whom he served, so many years ago, before she was born.

About her mother she only knew what her father told her.
That she was a fair lady, and he fell in love with her, the moment he met her gaze.
She died many years ago, but her father never told her how.

ne day, wild men of dunland, only with wickedness in their hearts, came to her farm. Her Father fought them bravely, and eager to defend her with his last breath. But in the end, he died before her eyes. Slaughtered by Dunledings.

And, just before they focused their attention onto her, a barrage of arrows hit the men. After the mist, the fog of battle had cleared, creatures of the fairest kind came into sight. Elves.

They took her to a place in the east. A place of beauty and waterfalls. They told her, that her father was a Warden once. A protector of the weak. And to honour him, she had to become one as well.

But her heart always remained in Rohan. The mark, the fields, the wind, the horses. And before the night of her final trial, the test if she was ready, she left the elven lands. But she found only hate and evil, and despair among the roads and paths. What happened during that time is one thing sure to cast a pall of darkness over her luminous features, and is detail she has shared with almost noone in all of her life, and she appears determined to keep it that way.

And that is how it will remain, till her day to pass on, from this life into the next, has come.
nd now, after so much time has passed, the moment to finally set eyes upon her homeland again has almost come.

But not, and never, alone.....*to be continued*

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Fear and darkness I have found among my many travels. On mountains high, in darkest caverns of old, among the lands of our forefathers, I have seen the rotten malison of evil spread.

And the darkest words and the most wicked thoughts touched my core, crushed my hope to bitter dust, threatening to never leave me again.

But then, a glimpse of hope came. With the mighty melody of the horse hooves. Charged at the hopelessness with a blade of steel. Striking it down by the cheer lust of righteousness, in a single blow. Saving me from the abyss of certain demise.

And then...it allowed me to embrace the light once more.

To let the glimmering shine of neverending love into my heart.....till nothing else remained.

And so it will be, forever.

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