Elron Qel Droma My parents were Vanyar, kinsmen of the High King Inwe. However, they were also close related to prince Finghon and lady Galadriel of the Noldor, and they were actually living with them in Tuna. They departed from Valinnor with the Noldor and they never got to see their relatives again. I was born in Lorien, where my parents dwelled after the War of the Wrath. They were, as I said before closely related with lady Galadriel and so both I and my brother were raised in Caras Galadhon. When I was twenty one years old, I had moved along my brother, who was at the time ten years old at the home of our parents in the boarders of Lorien with the dwarven kingdom of Khazad Dum. Our parents were distinguished members of the guard and so they were assigned there. One starless night, we were attacked by an orcish horde. My father died in front of my own eyes and my mother was struggling to save us. Finally, she fell. I grabbed her sword and I fought valiantly while my brother was blowing the horn which was supposed to summon any nearby members of the guard. Meanwhile, I had killed many orcs but I was wounded and I fainted the moment I saw the members of the Guard breaking into our house. Once I regained my conscious I was back in Caras Galadhon, with bandages all over my body. Luckily, my brother was there, uninjured. After a few days the funeral happened. I was wearing white, as my mother had asked and I had her sword in my belt. I was so proud of her and of my dad and the fact that they were dying made me crazy. There is no need to mention how much I loved them. However, I knew that I had to take care of my brother. I joined the Guard when I learned that the Necromancer in Dol Guldur was Sauron and I fought many times with my fellow Lorien elves. I earned the title of the Elder Ranger of the North when I decided to flee from Lorien and move to Imladris, where many of my friends dwelled and where I could learn more for the legacy of my parents. Once I got into Imladris, I joined the Army, always wanting to fight with the elves against the orcs, seeking revenge for my parents even now, after so many years. I met many great friends here in Rivendel and I was very happy here but I never forgot Lorien, and my little brother Khibil. I visited Lorien often and I knew that my brother was also in the Guard and this was making me proud of him. I had an errant from Lord Elrond and I had to visit my friend Legolas and his father Thranduil in Mirkwood. I did this and I arrived shortly after the dwarves were captured. I spent my time there with them, leaning how to lore the forest and the things surrounding it. Later, when Lord Thranduil decided to march to the Lonely Mountain to claim a part of the gold I joined him, under his request. I was marching besides him and I was seeing the glory of his army. Legolas had decided not to come and so I had replaced him. Lord Thranduil was a great person and it was very nice that I had earned his respect, no need to say that he had earned mine many years ago. After the negotiations with the dwarves failed, I was very sad as I was certain that a battle would erupt but this time it would have been between friends and this was devastating to me. However, I had sworn that I would help Lord Thranduil and I was determined to do so. When we were alerted for the coming of the orcs, I was delighted. Not only we would be saved from killing eachother, instead we would be able to save the world from the menace of these creatures, at least a part of it. I rode with my horse right in the front, abandoning Lord Thranduil behind. I led the troops in the heart of our enemies and we were giving a valiant but pointless fight, as we were outnumbered by far. Luckily again, first the dwarves from inside the mountain and then the eagles came to aid us and we were saved by their presence. I was close to Thorin when he was charging the master of the orcs but I got injured from a warg and I was unable to help him. I didn’t die and I was transferred back to where Thranduil was quickly. After all my wounds were healed, I traveled back to Rivendel as I had missed it. There, my life was peaceful. I had traveled many times in the Grey Havens and in Mirkwood and in Lorien but without many adventures. All these until the day in which the Council of Elrond took place. I participated in it, not actively though. After the end of it, Lord Elrond said to me that he was thinking of sending me along with the Fellowship. I was very pleased and happy by this fact and I had started packaging when Lord Elrond agreed for the two younger hobbits to participate. I waited until they returned, fearing for the fate of them but also for the fate of the rest of us. I heard that the elves of Lorien, including my brother were fighting alongside king Thranduil against the army of Dol Guldur. I asked permission from Lord Elrond and quickly I joined king Thranduil and his army. He was pleased to see me and I took over as second in command in his army, again due to the absence of Legolas. We fought valiantly and at lat, we were able to defeat our enemies. I got uninjured out of the battle and I remained with our last soldiers, killing all enemies that remained. There, I saved my brother from two orcs, and we met again after many years in the middle of the battlefield. After the end of this battle, I went with king Thranduil and I remained in Mirkwwod until Legolas returned. Then, it was my time to go back home… Back to the top Return to the front page of the book