Erkenbrond, son to Erkstad and Morweth, was born in the Westfold town of Grimslade in the year 2988.  Grimslade was town built by the clan of a man called Grim whos heirs became the traditional Lords of Grimslade.  During his youth, his mother told him tales of old that had passed down from generations, of the Men of the Edain in the first age and the great man who had began the Rohirrim.  Hador.  So great were these tales and so detailed that Erkenbrond was led to believe that he was of direct decent to a mighty house long lost.  His mother was a simple woman who cared for him as well as his younger sister, Morewine.  He loved his mother as she provided for him and cared for him with the utmost love.  His father was one of mighty Riders of Rohan, roaming the lands under constant guard.  Though he did not see his father much, he loved him dearly, for he understood at a young age, the dedication of a man to his country.

In the year 3014,  Erkenbrond was now a young man (26)  He had now joined his father among the Riders of Rohan in the service of Erkenbrand, the man that he was named after by his parents.  He quickly learnt that He must hold such a name in great honor, for Erkenbrand was of the mightiest warriors and leaders of all the land.  In this year, Saruman had began his assault upon Theodan, King of the Rohirrim.  And the days began to darken.  It was then that Erkenbrond and his father Erkstad returned to Grimslade to make safe the town and their family...  But it would not be so.  For the evil had closed in around their home and many lay victim to the shadow.  His beautiful mother Morweth and sweet sister Morewine were among the dead...  This drove his father to madness and grief, and he soon fell to the hands of sorrow.  Erkenbrond felt much pain of the heart and mind and could seek no refuge.  His heart was filled with hate and his mind was tormented.  There was no cure to such illness, and so,  he took his ever growing sorrow and turned it to violence in the path of Retribution.

In the coming days, Erkenbronds wrath and fury marked the Westfold, and all those who had heard of his exploits, feared him.  Even some Rohirrim lay silent in his presence, for his demeanor was that of one blessed by Brema (Orome- The God of the hunt).  For Brema was renowned for his anger, being the most terrible of the Valar in his wrath.  Erkenbrond was named "Hero of the Westfold" by the people, for through his sorrow and pain, came wrath and glory.  And he was ever vigilant in the defense of his home, never wishing upon them, the sorrow that had befallen him.

In some later days, a mysterious being had came to Erkenbrond.  He was unnamed, cloaked in black and grey.  This being came to Erkenbrond proclaiming he held something of great value and power, as well as a doomed history, and that it belonged to Erkenbrond...  The being bestowed upon him the helm called Forthol.  It was the Brother to the Dragon Helm.  The Dragon Helm was given to Hador by Fingon in the first age of the world, and passed down to Turin Turambar, where it was last seen.  Forthol bore two horns on the front.  The helm was glorious...  But also may carry the curses that had befallen the last wearer of its brother, the Dragon Helm...  After this phenomenon, Erkenbrond's hair had become white due to this seemingly divine intervention.

Erkenbrond has passed away.  His soul will find its way to his fathers.