"I'm no great warrior. My Ma's a cook and my Pa a farmer. We've a humble dwelling on some farmland outside Edoras. For many generations my family's called Rohan home, We've everything we need there and have lived a simple, relatively uneventful, happy life." 

"I left the family home on the Grasslands to search for my cousin. She's always had an adventurous spirit. My Pa's sister's family's hardly heard from her since she left for far-off north-western lands. A Land called Eriador. She promised to write often but all that's been received was one letter."

"Too much time passed since that letter, so my brother & I decided to try & find her. Her one & only correspondence mentioned 'hobbits', whatever they are! We cautiously hope she's okay, though are all too aware of the dangers upon the road, any road, these days: We've overheard the whispers of trouble stirring in the shadows". 

"Perhaps I will find some adventure - but not too much - of my own along the way."

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"Looking back now, I feel as though we were mere children when we left; wide-eyed, full of hope & definitely naive about the wider world and dangers lurking therein. On our journey we unwittingly stumbled into an ambush. My dear brother was slain & I soon to follow had it not been for rescue by some kindly elves. I later learnt the elves had been tracking the goblins & that the ambush was likely meant for them." 

"Injured, I was taken to Imladris to have my wounds mended, both seen & unseen. For 20 years I lingered in Rivendell, healing, regaining my strength & growing strong affection. Imladris became very much a new home. 

Men, deep in their cups at the local meadhall back home spinning wild tales of elf-kind fall far from the mark. The elves have been nothing but kind to me, But I cannot stay forever in Rivendell. Talk of the shadow ever grows. I hope I can both find my cousin, and play my part in holding back the tide, whatever it may be...

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