Tasarnandë Nenharma Tasarnandë was the name given to her by her Father when she was born, though in her younger days after her parents murder she had gone by the name of Dune. When she was very young a band of marauders came riding through their small patch of land around the house and set fire to all buildings that were on the land, the small building where they kept their milking cow and one horse, their house, and a larger building where her father made armour and weapons. She had run away after her father told her to do so, hid in some trees a few yards away at the back of their home, and just as she had gotten to the trees she heard the high pitched scream of her mother, and the fierce yell of her father as he continued to fight the marauders. She wept silently for her parents as she hid in those trees and awaited the sound of departing hooves. When she realised they had gone she ran back to the house calling for her parents in a tear choked voice. And when she found them she no longer wept silently, but openly, though there was not anyone around to see her. Around their bodies lay also about ten of the murauders. She buried her mother and father as best she could, using what tools had not been burned in the fire, but left the murauders where they lay. She had seen in her father's hand a large sword that he had always kept hanging on the wall, and the sheath to it around his waist as he lay in the middle of the Ruins near her mother. She had taken the sword and cleaned it as best she could and strapped the sheath and belt around her own waist, having to tighten it much more then it was supposed to be and then tie it. The sheath still dragged a bit on the ground as she walked about what used to be her home and searched for any small piece of clothing or food that she could find to get her as far as the gates to the White City that was a day's ride on horseback from the house, and she had no idea how long it would take to get there on foot, as the building that held their one horse was still burning, the horse gone and the cow dead. She had found a cloak that had been her mother's, though it had holes burned into it and did not quite fit her. And she also found a small loaf of bread and three strips of dried meat. She then traveled for three days to the gates if Minas Tirith, stopping only at night to sleep and eat a bit of her food. After she had made it to the City she decided to change her name, and hopefuly she could forget what happened for at least a short time. She slept outside of buildings and got what scraps of food she could from people that saw her and took pity on the young girl that was alone in the city of stone. After spending five days sleeping outside on the streets and eating what food she could get she was offered a job by an elderly man that took care of the horses in the stables for the Rangers and any other citizens that had a horse. She mucked out stalls and took care of some of the smaller horses for the man, and got one silver coin a month, but she had a place to sleep and food to eat as the old man, whom she found out lived alone also in Minas Tirith, shared his meals with her. She found out the first day that his name was Mebor, and she spent three years with him in those stables. When she was old enough she decided to join the Rangers of Gondor and aid them in any battle that came to the White City. She had kept her father's sword and her mother's cloak over the years and never forgot them or the day that they were taken from her life, as much as she had wished to at first, and practiced with her father's sword whenever she had a moment to spare. After she joined the Rangers she re-named the sword Riot. After she joined the Rangers Mebor passed away and the stables were taken over by another man, who had told her she could continue sleeping in the same room as she had been, but she told him that it was not necisary. And so she left the City gates and made a camp outside, traveling and changing homes whenever she pleased. She missed Mebor dearly, and kept the dagger he had given her as a gift when she had joined the Rangers in a sheath she had made herself, behind the sheath that held her sword. By the time she had been with the Rangers for a while she had met many people, friend and foe, and had traveled to many lands. The favorite of these lands that she traveled was the rich land of Rivendell. She felt at home there whenever she visited, though she could not yet come to completely leave the land in which she had been born and raised. Through her travels she came across a woman named Delfina, and later became the adopted daughter of the Rohirrim woman. When she was adopted she changed her name back to Tasarnandë, though she is better known as Tas among family and friends. And she gained a very large family, and went on to make it even larger by adopting children of her own. She had also gained a sister, and at first she was not used to this as she had grown up an only child, but she loved her whole family very much. The Nenharmas they were called, and were related to other large families. After she had been adopted she decided it was time for a change and so she said her goodbyes to friends in Gondor and packed up what belongings she had and moved to Imladris. As first it was a hard move, as she had to leave the Rangers to go to Rivendell, but after a few months living in the land she joined the Army, and was happy with that decision. Just recently has she decided to research her family history, and found out that her father, who was half elven and originaly from Imladris, was of the Sindar race of Elves. She herself had the looks of an Elf, though she lacked the pointed ears. Her ears were, however, slightly bent where a point would be, should she have been a full blooded elf. Her green eyes she got from her mother, along with her build. Her grace and brown hair she got from her father, who had grey eyes and sharp features. Her features were soft, as her mother's, but she had the strength of her father. She was content with the glad memories now that her mother and father had given her, and after they had gone she had plenty more memories, good and bad. Now, at the age of 126, she was close to her whole family, and she was still a member of the Imladris army, a Togor of the Beriadrim Swords, and also made cloaks and was working on some wood carvings, of which she had just learned to do. She is now happy and content in the land of Imladris, where her father had once dwelt, and where she had always felt most at home. Back to the top Return to the front page of the book