Growing up on a horse farm was not glamorous and was filled with schooling and chores from an early age. Her father, Eogar, was a stern taskmaster and would often threaten his sometimes willful daughter with a pitchfork to get her to finish her chores.  Without a mother, Gaelia would often offer to run down to the farm below theirs, for her father on errands, and where Rohawn lived with his mother Rose. There she could spent what little free time she had with her childhood friend either running about on their ponies or playing in the cornfields. Rohawn, was her one true friend, someone she could confide in and ream with, and often as they grew they talked of seeing the world and escaping the drudgery of farm life.

Life for Gaelia was simple, with occasional trips to the town of Bree, chores, some schooling and play. This all changed when she was 10, when her father decided to return to Rohan and their family horse farm on the Wold.  She remembers flashes of the journey, and more of the cart she was forced to ride in some of the way. Her childhood memories are of snowy high mountain passes, whispers of the men on mines and ill fated dwarves, and trees with golden leaves that appeared to be coins glittering in the breeze. Finally the wide grassy and heather covered plains of Rohan spread before them with the Great River shining like silver ribbon rippling through it.

There are the farm, she met another person to shape her life, a bard by the name of Cynnwyn. Cynnwyn had many adventures and sang songs of her journey and her time in Bree and the lands to Rohan. It was Cynnwyn who taught Gaelia how to play the harp and play she did, being a natural at both playing the harp and at singing. Soon it was Gaelia not Cynnwyn, singing in the mead halls, her clear voice captivating the men and women gathered. All too soon her father's business done, came to long journey back, and suddenly nothing was the same.

Gaelia had seen the world in a different way, some may say she got "Bards feet", always wishing to  move on and wander. On her return home, too the friendship she had had with Rohawn changed as well and became deeper and more serious. The two plotted and trained, away from their parents farms and finally accomplished their freedom to make their own way in the world.

As they travelled they always returned back to Bree, for all children leave always return home. Gaelia brought her skills with the harp back to Bree and played often in the Pony, and soon had a regular time she played there almost daily. She also managed to help her father at the farm, and spent hours with some special horses that happened up there. Her father, she noticed, was growing older and soon her concern for her own adventures was coupled by worry that her father would soon not be able to travel back to his beloved Rohan again. What would happen to her family's farm!?

It was in Rivendell that Gaelia's life took it's true path. The Wardens sent her to talk to the man there,  she had known as Strider a ranger that she had met of several occasions while in Bree.  The man she knew held many names and among these was Aragorn. Having chatted with the serious man with brooding grey eyes,  she picked up her harp and sang for him, while waiting for Rohawn to arrive. Aragorn recognized her music, having heard it before and asked her then if she would consider something for him.

"It is a gift you have, Gaelia," he said, "to inspire hope in those about you? Do you see it?" Unsure of what he meant she just nodded not knowing how he saw that in her. "I would like you to gather others like yourself, too help them see what there is to hope for, in these lands, and to bring it about. They would come to you, you do not have to look for them. For they are the ones drawn to you as you sing, for your music resonates in them."

Spreading a map on the table before him, Aragorn traced the path, through Eregion, Moria, Lothlorien and beyond. "Lead them wisely," nodding at Rohawn who had appeared as well he turned to the Guardian her lifelong friend, "And ward her well, Rohawn of Bree, for evil will do whatever it may to cast her from this world." Aragorn smiled at the two, "I have faith in you and we shall meet again one day. When you reach Rohan and your farms there, Gaelia, you will be home and free to help your father. My task will be then complete."  

A thousand questions and terrors  flooded Gaelia's mind as she stood there numbly, but assented to Aragorn's will. Aragorn last words were ones burned into her mind, his soft voice saying, "Yet dawn is ever the hope of men."

Rohawn and she looked at each other and returned to Bree.... the task at hand before them.