here is a woman in Gondor, who goes by the name, 'Dacialesdis'. Tall she stands, dark hair framing a long face with tawny brown eyes. An odd scar is cut across her brow, coming close to one eye. She is most frequently adorned in the familiar attire of a ranger, and oft in her hand rests a spear. How she came to the White city is an unusual tale, for she was not born hither. Her story began far north, twixt the Vales of the Anduin and Western Mirkwood. A daughter was born in the cold depths of winter, to a happily married couple. They called their only child Dacelle, and guessed not what awaited her.

efore 'Dacey' reached eleven years of age, she had watched her mother leave the waking world. Her father was inconsolable, blaming himself for the feverish fate which had befallen her, and turned in his need to an old friend, a woodelf. Celandor the elf was called, and he aided Domanol in raising his daughter. As the years passed, with their guidance, Dacey grew into a young woman, and adept with woodcraft enough to survive in the neighbouring forest. She was also lectured in languages, and the lore of many peoples, more than she ever thought she would meet. For the first time, she began to realise there really was a big world out there, though she did not yet look to explore it. She branched out instead in her previous love of gardening by exploring woodwork. Ornaments she crafted of twigs and such, and birdhouses she built, though few birds visited them. Still, she was contented. for a time ..

As the third age of Middle Earth began to draw toward it's dramatic climax however, Dacey watched Mirkwood descend ever further into a fearful domain. While great warriors fought battles well known in the mighty lands afar, the north too saw bloodshed and adventure. Dale and Erebor were assailed by Easterlings. Then Orcs came, and Mirkwood itself was increasingly swarmed with the servants of evil. When the Elves and woodfolk stood up together to stem the tide and save the forests, both Dacey's father and his friend went to fight. The young woman saw her first glimpse of battle, by assisting in tending those hurt, the dying. It was a frightening experience, made ever more so by the fact that her father did not return. Domanol had led one of the woodmen forces in the battle, and bravely had he fought. But Celandor brought the felled man's treasured sword back to his daughter, and they grieved. Their cause had been victorious and the woodlands of the north saved, but things would never be the same again.

acey was used to being alone, but was still eager for the company of a Gondorian traveller, whom she came across, lost in Mirkwood. Taking him into her home, she plagued him for news of her father's homeland, and listened eagerly of the recently returned king and hope to the south. Swiftly did the atmosphere change, when the stranger recognised Dacey's father's sword, however. Claiming it had been stolen from his own father, in Gondor, he initiated a quarrell which turned into a struggle for possession of the weapon. With no knowledge or interest in violence, the woman was easily overcome, the sword stolen. She was left scared and scarred from the frightening revelation, her perception of her father marred forever until she could find out the truth. Was her father a thief and worse ? Why had he left Gondor ?

utting off her long hair, she embraced the desguise of a man, as a means to hide, should her attacker return. Her father's secret past had ruined her life, and she feared to learn any more about it, or be known as his kin. She fled from the home she had thought 'safe', and dwelt a time in Dale. She adopted the name 'Dastalleth', hoping to forget all that had come before, and spent her time amongst Dwarven acquaintances, until Celandor might return from his travels afar. It was in Dale that she met a hobbit, Memsis Brandagamba, who claimed she was part of a travelling troupe of actors. The two became good friends, as close as sisters, and before Mems set out to return to Eriador, she'd persuaded 'Das' to go to Gondor; for her father's sake. Maybe things were not all that they seemed ...

inas Tirith was everything Dacey had heard it was, and more besides. The splendour of the White city, the vibrant life within it's walls, all this she did observe with great awe on her arrival. Never then did she dream she would one day be a part of all that. But, as fate would have it, she made her new haunt her home, and happily so. Still desguised, she joined the Rangers, hoping to learn better how to protect herself, in memory of her father's stories. And she found out much, including the truth of why Domanol had fled to the north.

ith thanks to several good friends, Dacey was able to resolve the misunderstanding, so that she had no cause to hide any longer. Revealing herself at last to the King and Queen, as both a woman and the daughter of Domanol 'Damascos', Dacey begged for their forgiveness and acceptance. To her delight, she was received with much kind blessing, and any shame or doubt upon her father's family name was then lifted. Permitted to continue in her role as a ranger of Gondor, she remains one of the Ehtyar (spearfolk) to this day, eager to reward the faith offered her by those in command. Those friends she has made here are as family to her, as are her division and, in a more general sense, the entire society she now finds herself part of.

espite limiting her desguise and 'acting' talents to a local playhouse these days, she yet managed to confuse the population one last time by changing her name, in honour of the occasion. 'Dacialesdis' she dubbed herself, in memory of all that she felt association with. 'Dacelle' she had been born after all, and 'Alescandri' was the house of those relatives who'd feuded long, thus ushering her coming to her father's homeland, 'Aldis' the name of that elf who'd helped her and her father before her, whether they desired such or no. By now, Celandor had found her in Gondor, and long did he plead that she might return to the north, so he might take care of her as he'd promised Domanol. But she had learnt to take care of herself, and so she stayed in the south, hoping for a new start. Celandor was not happy, but could not dissuade her, and departed, though visits often ...

acey/Das lives still with friends in Minas Tirith, and remains in contact with those she holds dear, who live yet afar. On the anniversary of the Battle under the Trees, she stands before the monument in the north, commemorating her father and all those of the north who'd died. She thinks of her mother also, and recalls gratefully all that they bestowed unto her, their love of life, of all living things, and the importance placed on protecting such.

ost of the time though, she can be found in the White city, in the south, serving the cause that her father had loved. Living the life of adventures and sparkling towers, in Gondor. It is a land of excitement and danger, and also much more. It is the experience she will remember fondly forever. It is the storytale dream she smiled at when she was just a child ...

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