Today, I've found writings in Elder Cleothalin's old chronicle that passes routes of Belchelon's all the way from Rivendell in the Trollshaws, THE TROLLSHAWS. in my estimation, that's probably where I'm going to go, I've heard nothing but the foulest of tales from Men who go through there, to bree, and through our lands to some place called Annuminas or something like that.
The Chronicle speaks of Junias Belchelon, a Warrior which came from Rivendell. As a child, I heard few stories of Junias, but nothing that rings to mind at the moment. He slew GAEZKORZ, a rock-troll cheiftan and created the treaty between our tribes. Hard enought to believe, given the stupidity and lack of language most trolls display, for future reference I will write his story word for word from the chronicle:
A boy is born, born on the High Moor cliffs. The boy displays forest green eyes, which shine with adventure in the way I've never seen on another baby elf. His mother died in conception, and his father was slaughtered defending the mother, it's a wonder to me how this child managed to survive and come to Rivendell. We offer him sanctuary, and day by day he displays incredible bow skills, and fine skills with a two-handed sword again, un-like the average elf warriors we host.
Today young " JUNIAS " as we call him has left with Galadrian & I. After reading a tale of " SILVANS " in the woods he's taken it upon himself to return to the woods and become one with the Earth, to find his distant brothers and sisters and return the elves to how as he says " they should be. "
Today, we are passing through a village of Man, our first steps outside of the Trollshaws, well mine for that fact, it's beautiful... plains as far as the eyes can see, and the Men are happy to help us along the journey and aside of that, we've met a few friendly elves, and a few gracious lady elves who have joined us. This is bigger than I could have ever imagined it..--- to think I thought this was foolish and that we were going to die--... the face of Azdel has totally hypnotized me into believeing the other-wise, perhaps we won't die... Junias has proven himself ever-resourceful with his sword, and that thought of death has turned into nothing but a subtle calm.
TROLLS EVERYWHERE! These ones are definetly different to the breed, we have in the Trollshaws, these ones come from the cave near the beach. We are going to die! Junias has manage to hold them off from us, ensuring the safety of the children & women! Our numbers go smaller every day. Cursed Junias taking me into this hell! He will die, and so will I, but in this dread there is still hope, deep in my heart I know Junias will never let us die, he fights with a certain style that is no longer a Berserking brawler type, but this one's caculated, precise... he cuts with surgical precision, he is certainly now a master to his blade.
We've finally made it to a beautiful plain, it's inhabited by a peace-loving tribe, and Junias says this is where we will stay. This is our home. This is... Nan Amlug, our home... Azdel is now with-child, my own child and a missionary from Bree blesses us, hoping for a Masculine child, as I hope. Galadrian & Junias grow closer each day, Galadrian is surely inlove with Junias, she caters to his every need unquestioned. Perhaps we really can, start our lives here in peace and harmony. Men have began worshipping the Aurochs, as our source of food and clothes, aswell as shelter, and others have began worshipping the very Iron that comes from the ground. All is well!
The Trolls have returned and Galadrian has taken up arms, on her new husband Junias's hunt. Galadrian has fended off many, but a new threat has arisen from what scouts have confirmed a tribe of Earth-kin are advancing daily into our lands, If we are assaulted by the Earth-kin & these barbaric trolls we will surely not survive... I hope Junias returns soon.
The people are in shock, Junias was carried back by an EARTH-KIN he was badly battered... the Earth-Kin guarenteed Galadrian that it was the trolls, the trolls had surrounded their party, and that Junias's sword was broken like a stick by a Troll named GAEZKORZ, who has for years conquered Nan Amlug. Junias is in critical condition, yet the Earth-kin never leaves his side. The Earth kin calls himself " Ramug ", him and his tribe have been fending off the Trolls for sometime since we arrived, and they've simply been too timid to approach us before now, when it was needed that they help.
Junias's condition has worsened, he has lost the function of his eyes and has now found out that Galadrian is with-child, and today my own son was born, a SON and I shall name him Cleothalin, what a hansome name for a son I'd say. But--... back to Junias, the Earth-kin refuse to leave his side, blessing them with their most humble of blessing and giving him their strongest of herbs, they promise a full recovery, but I don't feel thats a certain.
The Trolls have broke our line! GAEZKORZ and his violent group of trolls have began to cleave through our people, they are nearly to us---.... but wait. Junias has risen from his bed, and grasped his blade.. the people are pleading with him, to not go outside. Maker's breathe he can't even defend himself, hes blind! He's heading straight for GAEZKORZ, the other trolls have stopped fighting and are watching Junias approach GAEZKORZ. Junias's face shows no fear. He and Gaezkorz are now face to face.
Let this record show that the battle goes accordingly:
" Elf, do you truly believe that I would let your people live on my land!? you are MISTAKEN. You weak, us Trolls STRONG... Turn, leave Now and you walk freely. Stay, you ---...
The sentence wasn't finished when Junias dove GAEZKORS, lunging his sword into the lungs of Gaezkorz. Junias removes a dagger, and climbs up the chest of Gaezkors, blood pouring from the wounds of Gaezkorz...
Gaezkorz has collapsed, and Junias sits on his corpse staring blankly to the other trolls. The loss of their leader had filled them with dread, and they leave.... never to return to our lands again. The men call Junias " STRONG RIVER " and, to tickle his love for Elven language his name was changed to Junias Belchelon... the name stuck in the minds of his people, the Ba'aran, the name given to them by the Earth-Kin, which in their language means " Light from the Dark.
I am approaching Rivendell now, hopefully what I am looking for is to be found in the great library.
- Ulrandiir Belchelon
