Naergon's story told to Vanimar

You ask of my name,Lord..

..My name today is Naergon but once it was Iseril Ealath and maybe some here have heard my songs in the nights when Ithil was casting its light upon the festivals hold in Greenwood the Great, Imladis or Lorien. My story is long and I will share of it as much as your ears will suffer to hear, as it is as bitter as woeful. *looks at all around a moment before beginning *

For long I have traveled the world and cherished its wonders, and once I found it : the most precious of all the wonders of this world, a elf maid from the Court of the Lady of Ligth more beautiful than the light of day. Her name was Dringoadriel.

Hir Veryacano met her and he answered the call of lady Galadriel she was messenger of. Brave fought the warriors of your house he brought with him and bold commander of that attack he was. But fate decided for my beloved to fall that night to the arrows of Orcs ambushing the rear guard of the attack force when the warriors of the Free People thought they were safe and the enemy defeated.

I heard her death under his guarding angered lord Veryacano and he swore that day her revenge. For this I would put my sword under his command as this remains the only purpose of my life, for this and for his renown means I will be of more use then following only my anger to a most likely useless death.

My home… *smiles with sadness*..my home was there where I could look into the wonderful eyes of the Lady of my heart. Today I have no home...

You shall ask me how come I found out so late of the death of my love.. I was away in a place I do not wish you to set your eyes upon as it will shadow your dreams. It’s only weeks since I returned from the prisons in the darkness of Angmar… *makes a pause as to send away the memory of that place in order to continue his story*. I was there for years, believed dead by my kind and by my beloved, my wish to see her beautiful eyes again the only thing keeping me alive.

I did fall in battle before the eyes of my companions and they thought me dead and took this word to Imladis and Lothlorien, escaping with their lives due to a merciful fate and the sharpness of their blades. They could not return to search for me, nor believed they would find more than a body crushed by rocks and food for the ravens.

I was no fighter, Lords.. I only knew to wield a sword as much as any child of the Eldar learns to and wore a sword for only the beauty of the gems embrodied in its hilt *sad smile*.Yet, when a traveler brought to Imladis the story of a fearsome beast guarding a treasure of a fallen city of our kind and especially an emerald of such beauty that it rivals the shine of Anor, the eyes of more than one Elf present sparkled…

Ten hands did seek the hilts of their blades: to clear the world of one more evil, to regain a treasure of our kind, to show their skill in a fight worthy of song or write such song worthy to be remembered in the ages to come.Ten left Imladis and expected to defeat the beast and win its treasure and our glory. Ten, all younger than me and looking up to me as a seasoned traveler if not a fighter and as the one who embraced this challenge more eager than any othe… with the dream I could one day adorn that beautiful emerald on my beloved’s wedding dress, only her eyes more beautiful then it.

Oh, Lords, we left Imladis singing but we never even came to see our target. We were ambushed by a pack of Orcs urging a troll to the shadowed north. While the swords of my companions found with ease the hearts of the Yrch two of them fell with their skulls broken at the first charge of the awful beast.We had to face the axes of the Yrch and we could not group to give the huge beast its death and he was to end us one by one unless something was done.

I then had a chance I did not hope for as the beast faced me searching who to turn against next. I had just defeated then the Orc I was facing so I threw my sword and it found an eye of the monster. It turned to me and with the anger and frenzy the pain inflicted he ran towards me..and putting his iron-strong arms around me he fell to his death-or so I believe- from the cliff on the edge of which we were fighting.

My companions –I found out this when I finally returned after all this years- did manage to kill or make run the remaining Orcs who saw themselves facing seven sons of the Eldar forming a wall they would most likely not break even with the price of their miserable lives without the help of the troll.Even brave and noble, my companions were in a savage land that already proved to welcome our kind with deadly dangers. They had seen me fall of a tall cliff in the deadly embrace of a troll and they did not know a road to the roots of the cliff.

They buried the two fallen on that peak and returned with the grim news to Imladis: that I was dead.

I have no memory of the fall or of the fate of the troll. When I woke up I was tied and carried by some Yrch I believed to be of the group we faced. They probably knew the roads of that land well and descended to strip me of my jewelries and to their surprise found me still alive. They probably had orders to capture each of our blood they could lay their hands upon and they took me with them.
Years I resisted their questions and torture: they wanted to know hidden ways to reach the strongholds of our kind, roads less defended and weaknesses of our defense. As if I knew, as if I ever cared for the things of war.. *sad smile*

My body was weakened by their treatment and yet I was forced to work for them. Many they enslaved there in the North of Angmar.. most of the race of Men. Hundreds of arms push devices the aim of I could not understand.. Still in this last months the forces of darkness had to face more skirmishes from cunning and skilled enemies. I believe this was the work of the Rangers of Men. And during one of this attacks those guarding the group I was in rushed to defend the gates forgetting to chain us. I found my way in the dark and escaped their city. I was too weak to offer my aid to my rescuers and my heart was beating only to return to Lorien, to my beloved, even so.. defeated and without glory. I felt then around my heart the grip of the fear she will despise me as I was then if she did not find in her heart to respond to my love when my songs were delight for the Court and when my steps made many eyes turn..

Oh,Lords, what I found brought my heart into a deeper darkness then all the evil I faced: my beloved was dead. She left Lorien out of a foolish wish to revenge ME they say *tears shine in his eyes*. She offered to be a diplomat for Lady Galadriel and to seek allies among the children of Men against the darkness we face. She was known as Driadriel to them and she accepted this alteration of her name as part of who she was in this last years of her life. *he makes again a pause, looking down*

Even never a warrior she considered her duty to fight alongside those she summoned in the name of the Lady. And fate chose that she should bring light to the halls of Mandos or embellish the flower fields of Valinor rather than be the joy of my life..

I am no longer the same.. My song this days only brought me this new name, Naergon ((= woeful lament)) and I do not care. I have no home and no other desire then to die revenging my beloved and join her again..

..But my hope is that when I will see her again I will be once again worthy of a glance of her beautiful eyes.

I have to thank the enemy for the new strength of my arm for these years trained it to hard work. And may the will of Iluvatar allow me to give them the thanks they deserve before I see my beloved again.. *his eyes sparkle of anger and he lets his hand rest on the hilt of his weapon *

Now you know my story.. The rumor is that many warriors that have seen the battles of old gathered around house Vanimar bringing the fire of their hearts and the wisdom of their ages..

If Vanimar can use my arm and will in a more efficient way then a single elf attacking the gates of Carn Dum then Vanimar has my allegiance!