Shadowwolf My name is Shadowwolf, well that’s actually not true. I was born as a Celbrien, the second son of two original silvan elves. I was born in the Halls of Thranduil, under the guidance of the healers there. I was born, that was it. I went home to my parents to have them teach me in the darkness of Mirkwood. My eyesight excelled above my peers, though there be few of them. My parents taught me in two languages growing up; the Eldest Language of Sindarin and the Common Tongue used throughout Middle Earth and Ea. In the future, during my own studies I taught myself the recent tongue of Quenya. In my first hundred years in the Woodland Realm with the Silvan Elves and few travelers I was taught archery. I was very young when I quickly mastered this weapon. Although the short bow is what I had been taught to begin with, I was unusual and my speed prevented me from ever using a bow since I could sprint there in the quickness of a wolf. My parents decided at around the human age of thirty years old to switch me to a bow as long as the length of my body. It seems this works for me. The length and tension of this new bow gives me greater challenge, accuracy, and distance in my shots. I was known as a new word they made for types like me, a sniper. I took that name with pride on my travels not knowing completely what it meant. My brother, Umbardacil came with me. We were inseparable; Celbrien and Umbar, the elven rangers. We traveled throughout Middle Earth and even into Beleriand where we tried to discover the ancient runes of Gondolin that we heard about in books. We never found that city though. As we traveled back to the Woodland Realm new traveled fast about Sauron and the One Mighty Ring of Power. I was only ninety-nine that year as I reached my home. But to my dismay, I found my parents had left. They left me an Umbar with the property and our lives. They had moved to Valinor with a small group of their closest friends. The news of the Last Alliance had hit Mirkwood soon after I had arrived home. Me, my brother, and other Mirkwood dwellers were cast out of our homes (most of us, like me, willingly) and left for battle. As the recruiters came to my brother and me they had solemnly asked us our skills. My brother said quickly scouting. As he was known through the youth of Silvan that Umbar could only be seen when he wanted to, and he taught Celbrien the same. And as it was my turn to tell of my skills, I thought for a moment. But I said both, secrecy and long range archery. The recruiter nodded and led us privately to the captain of the spies and scouts of the Last Alliance. We had no choice, but from there on in to keep what went on behind the scenes of the Last Alliance, the dirty work, was left to us, and a band of about a hundred or so more elves and men. Pride was in our chests as well as fear, the only people we had contact to for the war were each other and our captain. Scouting missions were easy though the untrained masses of orcs seemed only to have limited eyesight. We were always able to get close enough to find the numbers of the troops and their direction headed. As I was in the group I slowly learned the horrid Black Speech as well. The men knew it well there, that was their job, soon to be mine. I learned to push down the pain though that pounded my head, the Black Speech proved useful knowledge though, and I won merit for bravery in a scouting mission catching the words "attack" and "Isildur" from an orc captain grunting to his peon. Though the Last Alliance hurt few from the scouts, one mission went horribly wrong. I learned in the future a man gave out and surrendered him and information of a scouting party. (As was all he knew, we were only told the day were to do something, what to do.) A large group of orcs came and was ready behind a hill. As our group, including the man who betrayed us, crossed the hill, a volley of arrows hit us. Only I, two elves and five men were left alive after our party of fifteen. My brother was a number in the amount dead in that massacre, as well as the man who had betrayed us. From that day forward, I went by my nickname, in the common tongue it was Shadowwolf. My former identity was shunned from my past. So passed the Last Alliance with its victory for the forces of peace. And henceforth I was relieved of duty with merit and a medal for valor in the betrayal attack. I was released into the world again, able to talk to other beings. These were my social years as call them. I met and grew friends with many people. I trained myself in long sword and pike, as what was left of weaponry that caught my attention. I became a masterful weapon smith, as well as guide for travelers. I moved then to Rivendell, though only for my estate. My true house is planted firmly in the dark grounds of Mirkwood. In Rivendell I then joined the army, becoming a spy there. I was allowed to socialized still, though not about work. And luckily I excelled at the army, becoming a well-respected warrior throughout Rivendell. Back to the top Return to the front page of the book