Since you burning of the House Thalanduin estate I made it my mission to hunt down the person that would do such a thing, unfortunately for me that person Is my brother, Frandur.
(jasson78)
The man being around fifteen years or so younger than I, well built with a strong sword arm, and rightly so after us both being trained by our Father. Frandur was a well trained, hunting, sword swinging, head ripping man. It was in his eyes from the age of five, when he first picked his sword up from the ground....
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Frandur and I never saw eye to eye, from the young age right up until his passing. We fought and fought, yet something went wrong with the man...he changed for the worse and soon found himself killing his own parents...my parents. Killing the man who trained him to be what he was, killing the grand woman who brought him into this world, a poison he was indeed.
After many years, living out my life in the north ever since I was exiled, for charges that I had not committed, In fact it was my brother...I was stripped of my title as a ranger of ithilien. My brother, frandur, saw it fit to seek me out and take the out the second last living Taggline in middle earth, the past was clearly still in his mind and he came with vengeance in his heart and death amongst his eyes, yet I caught wind of his travels up north from Gondor...I waited patiently for him to meet the point of my blade, how things did not end up as I first wanted, he came with many men, strong and powerful men..burning down my students home and estate, this...is where i set out.
My brother and his men parted ways and my brother headed east, fleeing from his actions he committed in bree-land, yet I was hot on his trail. Tracking him from the scorched asshes of the house homely home of Thalanduin to the base of the misty mountains, it was here, where I would end things for once and all.
Up and up I tracked through the thick snow, facing the harsh winds of the high altitude, until I reached the top of one of the many summits, my brother saw upon a rock looking out into the distance, panting, tired and weary he looked. "Brother!" I called out onto him with a gasp of air. He turned and faced me, the look of washed out man..We stared at he each other for sometime till we discussed, which was a rare thing...as we could hardly be in the same room as each other as children, yet now we would stand upon the top o middle earth, discussing the past. We agreed to fight our last fight with another, the one who should fall will go gladly into the death.
Two hours we fought, endlessly, smashing and clashing, the ring of our swords echoing through the mountain passes. The grunts and bashes of fists and heads, soon it would end I thought as the sun lifted from the night, bringing in a clear morning, With a quick flourish and a spin, I planted my sword into his heart, ripping it out after a few moments. There I stood, above my brother as he lay along the layer of snow on the summit, this morn I had finally done it, killed 'My Own Blood'
