was born a Lady of Gondor on February 16, 22
years ago in Ithilien, though I am half Rohirric. My mother, who
was born and raised near Edoras, named me Aeltáewe, which means perfect
in the Rohirric tongue, though I feel I am far from it. My father, who was
a lord of Gondor and was an experienced swordsman, had lived in the city of
Minas Tirith since he was born 30 years earlier. My parents and I were very
close when I was young, and because I was an only child, we were inseparable.
They were completely devoted to me, and would do anything I asked of them,
though I did not very often. I loved them more than anything because of that
and would have died for them.
y ancestry on my mother's side reaches back
to Thengel. My mother being the daughter of Morwen made me The Lady Eowyn's
cousin and Lord Eomer's younger cousin. As I became older, I took the likeness
of my cousin Eowyn. My blue eyes became a deep grey, my thick golden hair
lengthened down to my waist, and I was constantly mistaken for her. Another
reason I was frequently compared to her was because of my constant stubbornness
and relentlessness. My father, though of less noble blood, was a Lord of Gondor
and was very well respected for his swordsmanship and bravery.
hen I was only 7 years
old, my mother became very sick with a mysterious illness that left her very
weak. She was restricted to bed rest by the doctor and died shortly after
that in the summer. Unable to deal with the loss of my mother, my father died
of a broken heart about a year later, after much suffering, leaving me with
no living relatives. My parent's death angered me and made me very serious
and stern. After many years of pain, I decided to take up the art of swordsmanship
to defend myself against foes at the age of 15.
urious about my mother's
Rohirric heritage, and not wanting to remain in my father's homeland, I decided
to move to Edoras in Rohan that same year. There I was quickly trained in
the art of sword fighting in the King's palace and then joined the army. For
many years I practiced tediously under my advisor until I became deadly with
a blade and knife. I fought in many battles valiantly alongside men and for
5 years was very happy living in Rohan. As satisfied as I was, I still felt
there was a part of my life was missing that I nedded to get back.
hen I was
20, I decided that it was time to face my fears and moved back to my fathers
home in Minas Tirith. I came to the White City and found a home in the fifth
circle. I now feel truly happy with my life now, though sometimes I still
long for my true home in Ithilien, where I was born. I have found a wonderful
home in Minas Tirith, and do not plan to leave anytime soon.
<< Fanatics Plaza
was born a Lady of Gondor on February 16, 22
years ago in Ithilien, though I am half Rohirric. My mother, who
was born and raised near Edoras, named me Aeltáewe, which means perfect
in the Rohirric tongue, though I feel I am far from it. My father, who was
a lord of Gondor and was an experienced swordsman, had lived in the city of
Minas Tirith since he was born 30 years earlier. My parents and I were very
close when I was young, and because I was an only child, we were inseparable.
They were completely devoted to me, and would do anything I asked of them,
though I did not very often. I loved them more than anything because of that
and would have died for them.
y ancestry on my mother's side reaches back
to Thengel. My mother being the daughter of Morwen made me The Lady Eowyn's
cousin and Lord Eomer's younger cousin. As I became older, I took the likeness
of my cousin Eowyn. My blue eyes became a deep grey, my thick golden hair
lengthened down to my waist, and I was constantly mistaken for her. Another
reason I was frequently compared to her was because of my constant stubbornness
and relentlessness. My father, though of less noble blood, was a Lord of Gondor
and was very well respected for his swordsmanship and bravery.
hen I was only 7 years
old, my mother became very sick with a mysterious illness that left her very
weak. She was restricted to bed rest by the doctor and died shortly after
that in the summer. Unable to deal with the loss of my mother, my father died
of a broken heart about a year later, after much suffering, leaving me with
no living relatives. My parent's death angered me and made me very serious
and stern. After many years of pain, I decided to take up the art of swordsmanship
to defend myself against foes at the age of 15.
urious about my mother's
Rohirric heritage, and not wanting to remain in my father's homeland, I decided
to move to Edoras in Rohan that same year. There I was quickly trained in
the art of sword fighting in the King's palace and then joined the army. For
many years I practiced tediously under my advisor until I became deadly with
a blade and knife. I fought in many battles valiantly alongside men and for
5 years was very happy living in Rohan. As satisfied as I was, I still felt
there was a part of my life was missing that I nedded to get back. 
