My name, given to me by my father is Uluithiad Milui, but my mother later picked Erestor for my mother name. And that is what I answer to, as well as my nickname, Res.

An elf should not have to speak of age, but if I must narrow it down I will admit to knowing what a childhood in Doriath was like. And it was wonderful. My father, Idhrengil, was adoring, brave, sweet and loving, and all the things a father should be, and my mother, Faeriel, was, if not mild-tempered, at least of a good natured spirit, easily reduced to laughter at the antics me and my younger siblings used to display.

After the slaying of Thingol my father went after the dwarves with much hatred in his heart, along with many of our finest soldiers. I have not seen him since – but I refuse to believe that it means that he is dead. He could have been wounded, and led to Valinor by comrades.

After some years of fruitless waiting my mother decided that we should follow the Lady Galadriel when she moved to Lorien. I quickly felt at home there, and within a few years I was wholeheartedly a Galadhrim, one of the tree people. About year 1200 or so in the second age my mother grew weary of waiting for my father, and decided her time in Middle Earth was done. She, my sisters and my younger brother, Nayeldraccon, and I spent many years talking about whether we should all go together as a family, still believing firmly that my father would be found in Valinor – but we I decided that there was still much beauty in Middle Earth for us to enjoy, and that our time had not yet come. Of course we have promised our mother that we will someday join her – but not quite yet.

Around the year 920 in the third age I found love. A short 187 years after that my daughter, Alcechorwen was born. She is our only child and she brings much joy to us.

Having inherited my mothers temper, I had a bit of a fall out with Celeborn some time ago, and the Lady suggested that a stay in Rivendell might be good for my health, and even better for her peace of mind. So for the past decade or two I dwelt in Rivendell, always striving to better my temper, but often failing. Ah, but it’s was a nice place to try it, although I missed my family, but after 2000 and so years, a break was in order. I visited back home often, and my sisters visited me in Rivendell as well. Nayeldraccon, however, was not keen on leaving the woods for any reason, so I saw too little of him during my years in exile. My daughter, stayed there with me too, and I made many close friends, which made me a rather content elf. I got along well with Elrond, and he often took advice from me, and I think I did eventually grow to be more diplomatic.

I became known as a very calm personality after the great fight of the fellowship council where I remained seated as everyone jumped up to yell at each other. Fact is, I would dearly have liked to get up to yell in the face of that obnoxious dwarf, or down – whatever you do to dwarves – but Glorfindel (Oh, I’m sure it was him, judging by the grin on his face) had smeared my seat with clear resin … again, so had I stood the entire back of my robe would have been ripped off. Ergo I preferred just sitting there, and remained sitting there till the council was over, and I could send a servant to my quarters for another robe. And then proceed to the pharmacy to find a laxative to pour into Glorfindels wine at dinner.

Then finally, after what was indeed many years of waiting the call came from Galadriel in the form of a note: “Come home. You are needed in Lorien, and Celeborn can’t even remember why you two were fighting in the first place. Between you and me, I think he may be going a tad senile, but never ever let on that I told you so. But I would dearly like you to come home and dwell with your family and use whatever talent you may have for the good of the golden wood.”

I didn’t even pack a suitcase; I left Imladris that very night and arrived home two weeks later to much merriment from my family. The lady honoured me by making me March warden of the north, a position she knew I had always sought and the family rejoiced as baby brother, Nay, was appointed to Arachil. Many a soldier story was now told in our Talan and our prowess in war became known far and wide in elven realms.

I also took up the position of bringing up and welcoming our elflings in the Talan set aside for such purposes in Lorien. It was a job I shared with a lady of great esteem, Ethuil Fanulios, another warden of the guard, a friend of old, a friendship as old as the mountains actually, and between them they oversaw the proper introduction of elflings to their wonderful realm.

It was a good life. It was the life of the Galadhrim! Sharing in, and singing about their love of the woods, the stars above them, and the friendships and closeness that warmed their hearts on the few cold nights, and cooled their souls on the warm summer days. They sang about what fierce warriors they were when threatened by outside enemies. They sang about the joy they derived from the flowers blooming in spring and the stars Elbereth graciously let shine on them. They talked a lot about their dread of the day they would have to leave this haven on Arda, but it was mixed with excitement that such a loss would also bring about the gain of living in Valinor until the world began again.

It was a good life for the Eldars of Lothlorien and Res rejoiced to be there.