My name is Cutauron, but I have been known by many others.  I have walked these lands for more than six thousand years, by the reckoning of Men.  I have seen kingdoms drowned by the Sea, new civilizations raised from the ashes of the fallen, and Evil spread it’s dark wings across our World.

Born in the four hundredth year of the sun in Gondolin, I was raised by a great Archer and his wife.  My father, Húmalarcon, taught me all he knew of the ways of the Bow.  After the fall of our city, the next years were spent along the coast near Sirion’s mouths.    It was there that my mother was taken from me during the Kinslaying, and my father lost an arm, but he would not despair and leave my sister and me.  I find that dedication and integrity in my own character, and thank him for gifting me with such things.

My story is not an exciting one, but perhaps some evening we may trade tales by the glowing embers of a fire...