Born in the Golden Woods, Daralion had a smooth going childhood in Lothlórien. At an older age he wanted to move on and see the rest of the world. His parents were afraid of leaving the safe borders of Lórien, that's why he left for the West, towards Eriador. He travelled south west towards the Gap of Rohan, he ran some errands for locals on his travels so he could pay for his food. Months past untill while he wandered Middle Earth. He reached the small town of Celondim. It would have seemed that there are some troubles in that town. Daralion decides to help those people out with their troubles. The hate between the Elves and Dwarves has been even worse since the Dwarves unleashed Durin's Bane. Now the Elf leading the people of Celondim is suspicious about the Dwarves of Thorin's Hall kidnapping his son. Daralion didn't want to get involved in this upcoming conflict so he left Ered Luin and travelled the Great East Road towards the town of Bree. In Bree there was alot of commotion and rumours about the brigands who had destroyed the village of Archet. Daralion overheard this and walked the road to the place to aid them with their troubles. Weeks have past, weeks of labour, hunting, travelling and many more. He still didn't have a goal in his life. One day, he acompanied a traders caravan to the town of Trestlebridge. The travel went good untill they reached the border of the North Downs. The caravan got assaulted by a horde of brutal Orcs. The Men died with bushes, while the rest fought of the Orcs. After a long battle they had defeated the Orcs, but all traders died.. Daralion now knew his goal in life.. Help the Free Peoples of Middle Earth, and destroy the Enemy.