Caradain Cara I was born in the late 2nd, early 3rd age of middle earth, in Lothlorien. I stand about five foot four inches tall, am very fairskined and have golden blonde hair that is cut short barely brushing my shoulders, my eyes are aquamarine. When I was five years old my family was attacked by a band of orcs as we were returning from a buisness trip of my father's, they were after the supplies we carried. As my mother fled into the night with me cradled against her, I turned to hang over her shoulder and call out to my father. He, believing us to be in some form of danger, turned at my cry giving one of the foul creatures the opportunitty to drive his blade into my father's back. My father, falling to his knees reaching out to mother and I, was the last image I ever had of him. My mother died several months later as her grief consumed her. Thus ended Jerandle and Cecilia Summerstorm, and I have blamed myself for their deaths ever since. In the year that I turned eighteen I left Lothlorien and my adoptive family, never to look back. The memories were just too depressing. I traveled around middle earth for some years, spending some time with the Rangers of Arnor. From them I learned minimal tracking skills. As the shadow began to focus it's attention on Arnor, I felt my time there had come to an end. I wandered for many long years, always attempting to steer clear of the fell beings under the service of the dark one. I was no fighter, and had no desire to meet my end at the hands of the foul servants of the shadow. By this point in my life time had begun to take very little meaning for me, one year passed into the next, wih no place to call home. Finally, I settled in Calenardhon with the Rohirrim, from whom I learned to ride, and moved with them when Brego son of Eorl completed the golden hall. I stayed there happily for a very long time. As I said time had little, to no meaning for me at this point, and still does. To the best of my reckoning I was approaching my three thousandth year. Eventually, the wanderlust overcame me once more, and I left Rohan. As I wandered aimlessly, allowing my feet to take me wherever they would, I was ambushed by a band of brigands, and they stole from me the only thing I ever held dear. A small round, golden locket, with a crescent moon and stars etched into the front. The locket contained the only portraits I had of my parents. After I had loosed the bonds they placed upon me I gave pursuit in hopes of reclaiming what was mine. The attempt failed miserably and as I escaped the brigands pursued. They managed to catch me up and the leader hindered my escape by landing an arrow in my leg. I found myself in the position of nearly being subject to the worst kind of assault imaginable. Thankfully a passing Ranger rescued me from my fate. He took me to Minas Tirith to be healed. Over the month that I was to be confined to the healing houses the Ranger, Jaye Silvermoon, came to visit me most everyday. He had somehow found my locket and returned it to me. We got to know each other quite well during that time and a bond of love grew between us. I spent the next five years of my Life in Gondor with him, taking a position as a heaer in the houses. We were to be wed the next spring, but as seems to be my wont in life, happiness was to remain ever elusive. The day after Jaye proposed, a young couple and their child was attacked by a vicious band of wargs outside the cities gates. Jaye was on watch that day and defended them bravely, but just as he thought the last of the creatures was running off, tail between it's legs, he was attacked by the last of the fell beasts. He killed the attacking creature, but lay mortaly wounded on the grass. The young boy was sent to find a healer to help the brave Ranger that had saved his and his family's life. The healer he found was me. I tried desperately to save my beloved's life, but even as I worked he stilled my hands and pulled me against him. "What I have to tell you is more important than my own life." He said to me. "Always remember that I love you, and no matter what I shall always watch over you in this life and beyond." With that the other healers came and dragged me, crying hysterically, away. His blood covering my hands and clothes. Once again I had failed to protect someone I loved. I made an attempt at my own life after I was informed of his death, but the woman who had been my healer and had become my friend, Callisma, stayed my hand as I attempted to slit my wrist and told me I had to live on to carry Jaye's memory for all eternity. "You are to be his imortality." she told me. I attempted to return to life as normal but once again, as happened in Lothlorien, the memories were too much for me to bear. So instead of facing my inner demons, I turned tail and ran, as far and as fast as I could. Untill I reached Rivendell. I grew to love the place as my home, finding an inner tranquility there I have found nowhere else. I took up residence in a small cottage near the mountain walls. Next to the river, and a small waterfall. Shortly after coming to Rivendell, my desire to overcome my failures and finally protect the people and things I love, drove me to Join the army. The Sea Force regiment to be exact. I had always held a love for the sea, and could think of no better place for myself. Through the army I aquired my weapons. Celebisil (silvermoon, named for my lost love) a mithril rapier, Lauremoth (golden dusk) a long bow made of golden wood stained dark, and my dagger Mirelena (jewel of the stars) a blade crafted by our talented smith in the days and place of Eregion. I also aquired my animals Mirielhith (sparkiling mist) A placid, and small grey mare with the ability to go invisble for short periods of time. This power also extends to her rider, but it is more difficult for her to hold and it's effects last half as long. Lunaris, a winter white wolfhound, who is my constant companion, and is very sensitive to any evil about him. Earampaeil (mystic wind) A silver grey eagle, with an overwhelming desire to prove herself in battle. And Nightstalker, a black and purple drat, who holds the power of ice. He stalks his "prey" silently and is fiercly loyal and protective of me and those who are my friends. During my stay in Rivendell and my stint with the sea forces I have also befriended a gentle Leviathan named Valasse (divinity). He is well mannered, and good natured. But will fight fiercely if backed into a corner. He is very musically inclined and enjoys singing with me or alone as I play the flute. His voice is very powerful and can be very persuasive when he wishes. All in all a good ally, and very fearsome enemy. After a few month's service with the Sea forces, I was promoted to the rank of Sergeant in the Rivendell Defence, by General Laebeth. People who have not taken the time to know me, often think of me as flighty, or a goof. And in some instances overly flirtatious. Though what they fail to realize is that most times this facade is to cover the deep pain in my life. The pain of bearing self inflicted guilt over my parents death. And, the gaping hole left within my heart and soul that was once filled by the man I loved with every fiber of my being. A sure indication that I am letting my guilt override me is when I sit, lost within my thoughts playing with the small golden locket about my neck. Those that know me, also know that when the time comes to be serious, I am ready, willing and able to attempt to preform above and beyond my expected duties. And, that I am a caring and loyal friend. Those who have angered me never get the chance to know me as I distance them from my life completely. I have one sister, adopted, who goes by the name of Lorien. I am also a healer at Envinyatindo, under the patient and gracious Merlome, as well as her assistant instructor in the healing arts at the Imladris Military acadamey. I am also a Nyarëtur in the Rivendell Writer's Guild, and a member of the Rivendell debate team. Back to the top Return to the front page of the book