Beren Aldarion was born in the Rohan Kingdom in the year 1284 in the second age of Middle Earth. From the moment he was born, his parents knew what to name him. My mother said "You have in your eyes the same wisdom and bravery of Beren and you look just like my father, whose name was Aldarion. I shall call you Beren Aldarion. For you one day shall also have the bravery and courage that the mighty hobbit once possessed." My parents were not of Hobbit Kindred.

My mother was an elf of the Golden Wood and my father was a man of Gondor. They had fled from persecution to the quiet of the Rohan villages and lived their quiet existence there. I knew nothing of the elves and my father would have liked to keep it that way. He had hoped I would have followed in his footsteps as a guard of the citadel.

My mother however, did not take this view of things and often used to tell me tales of the Elves, which usually resulted in me asking her many questions and staying up late talking with her. My teenage years were spent wandering around the various libraries and shops in Gondor that may tell me more of these fascinating elves of which my mother often spoke. In fact, I spent most of my time in the libraries in Gondor pouring over old books of elvish lore, which always fascinated me.

Of course, my father was still very determined I would become a guard of the citadel so he used to teach me how to use a sword and bow. I would practice for an hour a day until eventually, I was a pretty good shot with a bow and my Dad often used to say I was becoming good enough to be a guard of the King, a privilege only reserved for the most skilled warriors.

I know my Dad didn't really think that but his faith in me was heartening. For my 17th birthday, he bought me my very own blade. Its handle had a hole near the end to make it lighter and easier to use in battle and the blade was of silver that shined like diamonds in the light of day. I went into town and read through a book I knew would provide me with some inspiration for a name for my weapon, everyone's weapons had names in those days.

I decided upon Ananduriel, a name I found in "Blades of ancient Gondolin" which meant "Fire Wielder" which I thought was a good name for a sword. I went to the engravers and got the name engraved into the blade for a few gold coins. I then went back to my village to show my parents the name for I thought my Dad would like to see it. As I got to the row of houses (mine was at the end) I noticed an orcs scimitar lying on the ground which was very strange because I could never remember seeing any orcs in Gondor before.

As I approached my house someone came running from the house next door shouting "ORCS! ORCS!" Next minute, two orcs came out of my house and came charging at me. Instinctively I unsheathed my newly engraved blade and dodged the first blow that one of them threw at me.

As I ducked, I drove the sword into the chest of the orc and it fell down dead. The next one I dispatched quickly using the same technique. I then ran into the house and saw my mother lying on the floor with many arrows in her. I ran over to her and she managed to gasp "Your father fought bravely. But there were too many. They took him." before she died. I sat beside her, sobbing for a while but I soon came to realise I had to head to Lorien and enlist the help of the Galaddhrim, I also knew that I could not stay in Gondor.

The time had come to go back to the elves. So, I packed what possessions I had and headed for the stables where I collected my father's horse, Shadowmane and began on the journey to Lorien. When I got there, I did not know what to expect. But it seemed as though I had been expected in someway. I was asked no questions and led to Caras Galadhon where I was told the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were waiting for me.

The Lord Celeborn said to me "I know what trouble brings you here. But you must put this trouble behind you, hard though the loss of your parents is. You must dwell here now. The orcs who attacked your land I have forseen will be dealt with by your kindred for there is more strength in them than you know. For no however, rest and may the blessings of the elves be with you forever.

And this is how I came to live in Lothlorien, and someday, I will get my revenge on those who killed my parents.