How i lost my brother

My father, Ardabor, died defending Osgiliath from an Orc attack. When he died my mother was already pregnant and I had 6 years old. When my mother was giving birth died, and I had to leave my brother in a nurse's hands. Then i was adopted by a family, that wanted me to have their surname, but I denied it. I always felt as Adranmor Istarihope. When I growed up, I started training as a warrior. I wanted to serve to Gondor, as my father. While growing and improving myself as a soldier, my brother also grew. He came to live with my and my adoptive parents. I was eighteen when I was recruited in Gondor's army. Fighting in skirmishes all around Lebennin, I didn't discovered that my brother had strange abilities. I was in Osgiliath when my brother left. I was angry, remembering that my father died there, and when I returned my parents told me that he left, with only 16 years old, and that he went to the Bree-lands. Since I was angry and sad, I didn't want to know anything about him, until a month ago...

The news arrived to Gondor. An army in Angmar was growing up fast, and there were armies facing them. At first, i didn't want to go there, leaving my beloved Gondor. Then I remembered about Astnuir, my only family, then I left Minas Tirith, on my way to Bree, hoping for my brother to be alive.