y name is Lerivel and I have decided today, to write down everything
that has occurred to me, everything that might be of interest to others
at least. I do hope you enjoy my tale, although it is a bit sad at the
moment, I intend to press on, but a look to my past is necessary. So
here is my tale…
was born Lerivel Dulani to Heredio and Mariael Dulani. My father was
a butcher and my mother sewed quilts, tapestries, and clothing. When I
was born I was met with some disappointment. My grandfather had even
told me he wished my father to have had son. Of course that is not what
occurred and since my birth I have not heard word of him or know where,
or how he is. It seems my grandfather was not the only one expecting
for a son for as I grew I was taught in the ways of a young lad. I was
taught to hunt at an early age. My father being a butcher hunted all his
animals in order for them to be fresh and thus, I learned the ways of
tracking and hunting animals. We hunted many things, though I left most
of the killing to my father. It is because of my hunting that I learned
to use a bow and arrow so well.
t the age of 14 however, the horse we owned at that time, gave birth
to Atreu, my current black companion. From that moment on he was mine
and I raised him under the supervision of my mother. For my mother had
been born in Rohan. She taught me all I know in horsemanship. Although
she did not really enjoy the idea of learning trades and me riding only a
boy should know. Before long I was told I would have a new sibling. My
mother was happy, saying I spent far too much time hunting out with
Atreu. Those days were the happiest I could remember of that era in my
life. My father and I would hunt, he would work in the Butchery in Minas
Tirith where we lived, my mother would be selling tapestries and making
decorations for the home, while I would spend my leisure time with my
friend Atreu. My father would then come home and tell me fantastic
stories, of Men, elves, dwarves, and curious creatures called half-lings. I
glowed and hoped one day I could take on adventures such as these, all
while sitting by the warm fire that roared night after night in our
humble home.
ne day however, tragedy struck. I came home from a bit of hunting, an
errand my father had sent me on, and found my mother in tears. My
father had been robbed and killed in my home. Hurrying through the streets
of Minas Tirith, I found my way towards his butcher shop…it had been
looted and everything had been taken. All the money he we had was gone.
Everything that was not nailed down in the shop had been taken. Some of
those that had stolen our things were caught but they were not the
problem.
month after my father’s death my mother gave birth, but the child
was
pronounced dead as soon as it had entered the world, he was a baby boy.
After that my mother went into a great depression. I then had to work
the butchery in order to keep the meager things we had. However I could
not keep the butchery going for long. I soon lost the butchery and the
only source of true income for our home was lost. As I attempted to
help my ill mother she began to abandon the use of speaking and one day
she stopped completely. There she would stay in the home in a rocking
chair staring out the window into nothingness. My once wonderful home was
broken and I could not bear staying in my home for long. So I took
Atreu and we left. During that time Atreu and I grew closer than ever. We
bonded as we spent many nights under the stars, eating fresh bird meat,
while he grazed on the grass. I shared all my feelings with him and he
was the only one who brought me comfort. He was the only one who could
truly take me away from all that had occurred, from all the despair and
grief I kept locked up. To this day I have truly grieved my father’s
death, I never could. I had not the chance to.
hen I returned home on late nights it would all be rather miserable
and as much as I loved my mother and attempted to help her, she only
drifted from me. As money was needed we ran out, I then resulted to selling
everything. I sold my mother’s tapestries, her quilts, anything of
value. I scrounged for items to sell, pots, pans, utensils, everything was
disappearing, all because I feared the worst, Atreu would have to be
sold. I sold Atreu’s mother long ago but him, I could never bring myself
to do it. I hoped, prayed, something would come along that would
prevent me from losing my true friend. The one that had taken me away from
the grief, the one that had listened to my secrets, the one who provided
me with comfort. I had found solace and love in him when my mother had
neglected me and now I would lose him. Someone, somewhere would come
and help, like in those stories I had heard.
ut that help never came and I had to sell my friend. So, with a heavy
heart I sold off my friend. This money provided us with security for
months to come, but I was never the same. I grew angry with my mother who
had done nothing to prevent this. I attempted to snap her out of this
trance she was in, but nothing helped. She had loved my father so much
and the loss of what seemed like a long awaited wish from my father, a
son, was too much for her. I decided I needed to escape from this and I
did. For a while I traveled, I made my way to the Shire, Rohan, and
even found my way into Khazad-Dum. I had a few adventures on my travels. I
met an old blind man leaving Minas Tirith one day who gave me a bow and
arrows. I accepted it as I had no weaponry left, the bow worked well,
but was not of the best. The man also blessed me in his own strange way.
I only remember him muttering some words in elvish. I will never truly
know what he told me, but whatever it was it comforted me and I felt no
more of the heavy grief that weighed upon me. When I returned home,
however I found myself back again, lonely, sad, and desperate for
something better. I grew angry and decided the only way to shake the vengeance
that rang in my heart was to join the Rangers. I joined and trained
hard. I have met many, many wonderful people as a result and have learned
that living my life angry at what had occurred is no way to be. Instead
I turned that energy positively and began to piece together the puzzle
that would shape my future.
hen it was finally time for me to move in the Ranger’s Headquarters
I
came home to find my mother dead. All the grief had taken it’s toll and
in my short absence she had not eaten which in turn took her from this
world. I grieved but only a little as I knew that was what she had been
waiting for. If only she could have seen that I was still here, that I
still loved her, but she was beyond reach by anyone. I found a quilt on
my bed in my home. It depicted Atreu and I on a ride, the only and last
gift my mother gave me. I now treasure it and keep it in my room in the
Ranger’s Barracks.
hen the decision came, which division would I be joining, for a time I
considered the other divisions. My heart wanted to go to the Roquen, to
mount and ride once again, but I hesitated. How could I ever find it in
my heart to ride again with my old friend with me? This changed however
one sunny day. I had been on travel in Rohan when I met an old man
riding a black stallion and I stopped him complimenting him on his
stallion. He reminded me so much of Atreu but I did not wish to bring my hopes
up to something that could easily prove to be false. As our
conversation progressed I ended up telling the man my story of losing my friend
Atreu and his eyes beamed. He stopped me and told me that the horse he
sat upon now was named Atreu. He told me how he had purchased from a man
in Minas Tirith. After a bit of reassurance, seeing the star above his
eyes and the soft nibbling on my nose, something Atreu did to me often,
I smiled and was almost brought to tears. I had found my friend Atreu!
My true companion had returned to me after losing him. He had been
missing from my life for two years but now, no longer.
hortly after, I proudly applied for the Roquen and was accepted. Now I
am a squire for the Roquen. Atreu remains with me going everywhere I
roam. I live in the Ranger’s Barracks and spend my leisure time
travelling. The adventures I longed for as a child I can now do, and serving
my
home has become the center of my life. I live to share in the life of
Minas Tirith, whether it is in happy moments, or at times of War I am
there for my city. I have learned to forgive and be at peace with all the
tragedy that I have gone through. I work everyday for the betterment of
our fair city. So that no one would ever face the troubles I had to at
such a young age. I thank Eru every day for helping me through my
trials. I no longer wish for re-known and glory as I once did, only to serve
my city, my King, my Queen, and my people.
<< Fanatics Plaza
y name is Lerivel and I have decided today, to write down everything
that has occurred to me, everything that might be of interest to others
at least. I do hope you enjoy my tale, although it is a bit sad at the
moment, I intend to press on, but a look to my past is necessary. So
here is my tale…
was born Lerivel Dulani to Heredio and Mariael Dulani. My father was
a butcher and my mother sewed quilts, tapestries, and clothing. When I
was born I was met with some disappointment. My grandfather had even
told me he wished my father to have had son. Of course that is not what
occurred and since my birth I have not heard word of him or know where,
or how he is. It seems my grandfather was not the only one expecting
for a son for as I grew I was taught in the ways of a young lad. I was
taught to hunt at an early age. My father being a butcher hunted all his
animals in order for them to be fresh and thus, I learned the ways of
tracking and hunting animals. We hunted many things, though I left most
of the killing to my father. It is because of my hunting that I learned
to use a bow and arrow so well. 
t the age of 14 however, the horse we owned at that time, gave birth
to Atreu, my current black companion. From that moment on he was mine
and I raised him under the supervision of my mother. For my mother had
been born in Rohan. She taught me all I know in horsemanship. Although
she did not really enjoy the idea of learning trades and me riding only a
boy should know. Before long I was told I would have a new sibling. My
mother was happy, saying I spent far too much time hunting out with
Atreu. Those days were the happiest I could remember of that era in my
life. My father and I would hunt, he would work in the Butchery in Minas
Tirith where we lived, my mother would be selling tapestries and making
decorations for the home, while I would spend my leisure time with my
friend Atreu. My father would then come home and tell me fantastic
stories, of Men, elves, dwarves, and curious creatures called half-lings. I
glowed and hoped one day I could take on adventures such as these, all
while sitting by the warm fire that roared night after night in our
humble home. 
ne day however, tragedy struck. I came home from a bit of hunting, an
errand my father had sent me on, and found my mother in tears. My
father had been robbed and killed in my home. Hurrying through the streets
of Minas Tirith, I found my way towards his butcher shop…it had been
looted and everything had been taken. All the money he we had was gone.
Everything that was not nailed down in the shop had been taken. Some of
those that had stolen our things were caught but they were not the
problem. 
hen I returned home on late nights it would all be rather miserable
and as much as I loved my mother and attempted to help her, she only
drifted from me. As money was needed we ran out, I then resulted to selling
everything. I sold my mother’s tapestries, her quilts, anything of
value. I scrounged for items to sell, pots, pans, utensils, everything was
disappearing, all because I feared the worst, Atreu would have to be
sold. I sold Atreu’s mother long ago but him, I could never bring myself
to do it. I hoped, prayed, something would come along that would
prevent me from losing my true friend. The one that had taken me away from
the grief, the one that had listened to my secrets, the one who provided
me with comfort. I had found solace and love in him when my mother had
neglected me and now I would lose him. Someone, somewhere would come
and help, like in those stories I had heard. 
ut that help never came and I had to sell my friend. So, with a heavy
heart I sold off my friend. This money provided us with security for
months to come, but I was never the same. I grew angry with my mother who
had done nothing to prevent this. I attempted to snap her out of this
trance she was in, but nothing helped. She had loved my father so much
and the loss of what seemed like a long awaited wish from my father, a
son, was too much for her. I decided I needed to escape from this and I
did. For a while I traveled, I made my way to the Shire, Rohan, and
even found my way into Khazad-Dum. I had a few adventures on my travels. I
met an old blind man leaving Minas Tirith one day who gave me a bow and
arrows. I accepted it as I had no weaponry left, the bow worked well,
but was not of the best. The man also blessed me in his own strange way.
I only remember him muttering some words in elvish. I will never truly
know what he told me, but whatever it was it comforted me and I felt no
more of the heavy grief that weighed upon me. When I returned home,
however I found myself back again, lonely, sad, and desperate for
something better. I grew angry and decided the only way to shake the vengeance
that rang in my heart was to join the Rangers. I joined and trained
hard. I have met many, many wonderful people as a result and have learned
that living my life angry at what had occurred is no way to be. Instead
I turned that energy positively and began to piece together the puzzle
that would shape my future. 
hen the decision came, which division would I be joining, for a time I
considered the other divisions. My heart wanted to go to the Roquen, to
mount and ride once again, but I hesitated. How could I ever find it in
my heart to ride again with my old friend with me? This changed however
one sunny day. I had been on travel in Rohan when I met an old man
riding a black stallion and I stopped him complimenting him on his
stallion. He reminded me so much of Atreu but I did not wish to bring my hopes
up to something that could easily prove to be false. As our
conversation progressed I ended up telling the man my story of losing my friend
Atreu and his eyes beamed. He stopped me and told me that the horse he
sat upon now was named Atreu. He told me how he had purchased from a man
in Minas Tirith. After a bit of reassurance, seeing the star above his
eyes and the soft nibbling on my nose, something Atreu did to me often,
I smiled and was almost brought to tears. I had found my friend Atreu!
My true companion had returned to me after losing him. He had been
missing from my life for two years but now, no longer. 
hortly after, I proudly applied for the Roquen and was accepted. Now I
am a squire for the Roquen. Atreu remains with me going everywhere I
roam. I live in the Ranger’s Barracks and spend my leisure time
travelling. The adventures I longed for as a child I can now do, and serving
my
home has become the center of my life. I live to share in the life of
Minas Tirith, whether it is in happy moments, or at times of War I am
there for my city. I have learned to forgive and be at peace with all the
tragedy that I have gone through. I work everyday for the betterment of
our fair city. So that no one would ever face the troubles I had to at
such a young age. I thank Eru every day for helping me through my
trials. I no longer wish for re-known and glory as I once did, only to serve
my city, my King, my Queen, and my people. 
