Alasse, well met and welcome. I speak Quenya? Nay, though that through choice rather than lack of knowledge. Alasse, yess…there are a few words I will utter, but it is hard to explain. Although I know I spoke it freely as a child, something seems wrong about speaking it now. So it is Sindarin for us, or the Common Tongue, if you prefer?

I am known as Ceuro, ‘Renewed One’, a name of my choosing, for I do not know the names I was gifted at birth, or generally in the past. I suppose I should start by explaining why that is so, as it has had an impact on my life to this day. 

My issue is that I cannot recall who I truly am. Nothing apart from vague memories of dwelling in a marble walled building with loving parents, and a sense of being in a large and busy city of some sort, remains. And fire. I remember fire!

And then nothing until I was awakened in Dagorlad by a healer, desperate to get me to physical safety. Did something happen there, in that battle of battles, that caused me to forget? An injury perhaps, though subsequent healers have said that is not so. An encounter with something or someone that I could not face?

I know not. 

My reaction to fire makes me think of Dragons or Balrogs, but I am clutching at thin air. I know not. And even stranger, no one seems to remember me? Where did I dwell, what folk did I walk among that none are left? 

I am a Noldo, that much is obvious from my appearance, my interests, my nature. But of which House? Who, if anyone, do I owe my allegiance to?

So, until memory returns, I am Houseless and Kinless, save for Bar en Vanimar for some years, and more recently, my commitment to assist the Lady Danel and her purpose. That was in the absence of the Lord Estarfin of course. Now he is with her and I am a touch superfluous as a guard. But both she and he have noted my skill with metal crafting, swords being my speciality, though my spears and daggers are well above what is usually forged. 

Home? Now Aearlinn is slain, and Estarfin is here, I have no real reason to remain this close to the sea, in the small village of Numenstaya. Or do I? I find I am making friends anew, and am fully accepted as part of what is almost a ‘family’. So will I continue to serve, if that is acceptable. We shall see.