I have wandered a fair bit around Middle Earth and seen many things. It all started that day when I left Nan Elmoth to look for Eöl. I felt lost in the wide lands of Beleriand and it was no surprise that I ended up lost and consequently captured by the enemy. My time slaving in Angband made me realise that Eöl was right. The world had changed and darkness now knew many forms, some of which were evil and used to terrible effect by the Dark Lord. I experienced this for myself and I am grateful I did not need to experience it for longer than I did. The Noldor seem to know only one truth: those who linger in darkness are evil. Yet I remember the days when this was not the case, when the Eldar walked shrouded in the dark and were at peace with themselves and the world around them; where all was preserved and unchanging. O' how I long for those days of old!
Knowing all of this, I knew I could not stay in the forest of starry twilight forever. My feet carried me to the Blue Mountains where I tried to live with what few friends I had left until finally Beleriand was consumed by war. I witnessed how the sea raised up and destroyed Beleriand. A sight I will never forget.
I was forced yet again to seek a life elsewhere and thus ever since I have lingered hither and thither, never for too long - at least not by Elven reckoning. The forests of Eryn Vorn, the Old Forest on the borders of Buckland, the Trollshaws, Eregion, the Misty Mountains... all of these places I once called home. Today, it is Mirkwood, tomorrow, who knows.
Living a life on the road no longer comes without danger. I have had to fight off spiders twice my size, I have had to defend myself from orcs, the mockery of the Noldor, and other filthy creatures. I have seen evil beings with powers beyond my wildest dreams and some still stalk my thoughts through day or night. My friends count only two now.
Sometimes I wonder what would have become of me if I had never met my master, if I had never left Doriath and continued to call Elu Thingol my Lord. Would I have fallen to the blades of the Noldor or would I have survived and found a home with my kin who have long since forsaken me? It does not matter. I chose to serve Eöl whom they called the Dark Elf and I do not regret it. And yet, ever since he died I have felt incomplete. I am a steward of a house long gone and none who know my name. Is this truly my fate? Will my wandering days never end?
