I am Tahjun of the Golden Woodlands...a Dwimordene. I am a Deep One...other wise known as Noldor! 

I took my first breath in Aman. Born to a captain who served hiril Galadriel and to an elf maiden of no small reputation. I had one brother of the same blood. Their names never pass my lips for I was denied my family in what became known as the first Kinslaying at Alqualondë. For me the grief that came from this day is still near and it still has life in my memories. I will share no more of this for it is reserved for those to whom I consider to be of high standing in my life...those of proven quality. 

The wars my bow has sung in and the battles I have survived when others I have cared for perished is for me alone to share. I will not display them here for your viewing pleasure or to satisfy some odd craving you may have when I still mourn the losses of the ones who still live in my heart. 

My feet have treaded on the grounds of Nargothrond, Doriath, Arevenien, Lindon, Eregion, and eventually the place I would call home...Lothlorien. As my father before me I have served Hiril Galadriel all these years until a time came that my grief from my past became to much to bear...driving me out into the lands of Middle Earth. I became obsessed with justice and to find penance through good deeds. Eventually my path took me back to Lorien and I worked my way back into the grace of Hiril Galadriel by serving in the Golden Host once again.