y name is Thorgelias Aerith. I was born in South Gondor, nineteen years ago, as a son of common squire, brother of two siblings. My father,Thorodriath Aerith, fell in the Battle of Pellenor fields. I can remember on him, but only dimly. I was only ten years old, when he fell, and left me, my brother Thelgarius, and mother Elestel alone. My first ten years were happy, and father teached me and my brothers everything what he knew.
e lived in nice house, near coast, where we always were fishing. But when the War of the Ring started, my father knew that he must leave. He was one of the sailors, who were sailing with our King to Minas Tirith, and with him went my oldest brother Thorlerion. We had never heard of them anymore, but we knew they both fell.
hen father and brother went to war, the main fleet of Umbar forces was coming. With them came many of smaller vessels, full of slavers and cruel men. They landed in night, and suprised us. We wanted to leave our house and go to Dol Amroth within few days, but they came earlier than we thought.
n battle, which roused in deep night I cannot remember clearly. I was trying to help Thelgarius, but they were too many and I was only lad, and less skilled then him. Last thing what I saw was him as he fell, stabbed by red spear. Then some cruel soldier swayed on me, and snipped my face.
woked on sea. We were on ship, full of Umbarian soldiers. My wound hurted,I have long scar up to this day, and I was thirsty. The sky was always blue and the hot sun was not very good for me, because I liked more colder weather, and often I traveled to my uncle near mountains. After many days we came to Umbar, main harbour of Harad. I and the other slaves were deported to some force labour camp. Every day was the same. Work, lash, thirsty and little hope. Every day the same for six years. We knew, that the war ended,but we had no chance, and no hope, that anyone will find us. Hundred times I almost fell, exhausted of eternal work and torment, but hundred times I rose, for I lusted for revenge.
he chance occured after six years, when a noble Haradrian came to Umbar, and we had to work on preparations. He came in great ship, and I and my fellows prepared plan for escape on this ship.
verything was made good, and we escaped on it, but we lost ten of our comrads.I was known as “Hathol”, The Blade, for I killed chief of the slavers, and many of them too, and for my natural love to swords. Twenty days on sea, pursuiting by enemy vessels, we at last wrecked in Gondor, in days of his glory and ruling of King Elessar. More then six years after war.
e looked as a band of vagabonds. The ship was destroyed, for we were no sailors, and sail this ship was really hard. We lost more than half of our comrades, by enemy attacks and eleven we were now. We thought that we are in Gondor, but it was only border of this realm, and Near Harad. There was nothing to do, only travel to north, where we have born. Amother five days of traveling, without food and water. In this journey we lost another comrades. Tolfas and Hanuk, were infected by some unknown deadly disease. We had to leave them, in the land of no one, for they could infect us too, and I was mourning for them.
ut at last we entered the civilizated part of Gondor. We were halfly in madness, for great exhaustion, and hunger.We were found by patrol of Lebennin, and deported to their barracks.
decided to leave Lebennin, and after three days I said farewell to my comrads, and took the road to Minas Tirith.
was astonished of power and greatness of White City. Few days I only walked through the streets and thought of my life, my lost family, and home. Then I saw the ranger barracks, and some rangers in their duty. I recognized of my father, and made a decision to join the Rangers. I have joined the Hyandaner, for my love of swords, and I wanted to be in the first line, to see eyes of my enemy, and kill them, cut them, for my revenge, for my family.
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y name is Thorgelias Aerith. I was born in South Gondor, nineteen years ago, as a son of common squire, brother of two siblings. My father,Thorodriath Aerith, fell in the Battle of Pellenor fields. I can remember on him, but only dimly. I was only ten years old, when he fell, and left me, my brother Thelgarius, and mother Elestel alone. My first ten years were happy, and father teached me and my brothers everything what he knew.
e lived in nice house, near coast, where we always were fishing. But when the War of the Ring started, my father knew that he must leave. He was one of the sailors, who were sailing with our King to Minas Tirith, and with him went my oldest brother Thorlerion. We had never heard of them anymore, but we knew they both fell. 
n battle, which roused in deep night I cannot remember clearly. I was trying to help Thelgarius, but they were too many and I was only lad, and less skilled then him. Last thing what I saw was him as he fell, stabbed by red spear. Then some cruel soldier swayed on me, and snipped my face. 
woked on sea. We were on ship, full of Umbarian soldiers. My wound hurted,I have long scar up to this day, and I was thirsty. The sky was always blue and the hot sun was not very good for me, because I liked more colder weather, and often I traveled to my uncle near mountains. After many days we came to Umbar, main harbour of Harad. I and the other slaves were deported to some force labour camp. Every day was the same. Work, lash, thirsty and little hope. Every day the same for six years. We knew, that the war ended,but we had no chance, and no hope, that anyone will find us. Hundred times I almost fell, exhausted of eternal work and torment, but hundred times I rose, for I lusted for revenge. 
he chance occured after six years, when a noble Haradrian came to Umbar, and we had to work on preparations. He came in great ship, and I and my fellows prepared plan for escape on this ship. 
verything was made good, and we escaped on it, but we lost ten of our comrads.I was known as “Hathol”, The Blade, for I killed chief of the slavers, and many of them too, and for my natural love to swords. Twenty days on sea, pursuiting by enemy vessels, we at last wrecked in Gondor, in days of his glory and ruling of King Elessar. More then six years after war. 
ut at last we entered the civilizated part of Gondor. We were halfly in madness, for great exhaustion, and hunger.We were found by patrol of Lebennin, and deported to their barracks. 
