Firien Echui was born nearly two centuries after the commencement of the Great Journey westward from Cuivienen. Though he was still young when the Teleri broke away from the rest of the Eldar, he was happy with his place in Arda, and stayed with his family to settle with the original Silvan Elves in the south east of Greenwood the Great. There he lived under King Oropher among his brethren for the whole of the first age and all of the strife of the first age in Beleriand hardly concerned him. It wasn’t until the middle of the second age, and news that Sauron had arrived to the west and began to teach his kin that he became roused, and began to harbor a severe skepticism of this being who would instruct his kinsmen in ways of magic. It was then that he began to teach himself in the art of fighting and combat. He grew to be very skilled in both swordsmanship and bowman ship, and knew that they would one day come to be of great use, though he held out optimism that those skills wouldn’t be needed.

Alas, the call to arms from King Oropher came in the year 3429 of the second age, and he followed his brethren from Mirkwood west to meet with the forces of Gil-galad and Elendil in the formation of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. His skills saved his life in the Battle of Dagorlad, and he emerged as one of the few of Oropher’s forces to survive, turning north toward his homeland. He lost many friends in the ferocious battle, and it planted within him a deep hatred of evil, and a great wariness of all things. Firien had planned on returning to his woodland home, but was stalled near Gondor by a group of men whom he befriended, and into Gondor he went to dwell for nearly three decades, during which time he attended the planting of the seedling of the White Tree at Minas Anor at the outset of the third age.

Leaving Gondor in year 23 of the third age, he wandered north still, intent on reaching his homeland and the family and friends he had left behind so long ago, he trekked through the lands that would later become Rohan, and ended up in Fangorn. By the time he had reached this place, he had received word of the assault on Gondor by the men of the east, and contemplated returning to offer his aid, though he never did. A decision that would come to haunt him for many years. Instead he traveled further still to the north, coming to the western realm of his Silvan brothers and sisters, Lothlorien. This land held great wonder for him, and here he intended to settle, but when word reached his ear of the establishing of an evil stronghold in his homeland of Mirkwood he left the Golden Wood, finally returning home in the year 1062 of the third age. Upon his return to his family and friend’s settlement, which had now moved far to the north of the woodland realm, he learned that his parents, who had awaited his return but feared him dead had left to sail into the West, and this pained him greatly, for he had longed to see their faces one last time. He understood their choice however, as he was far later in returning than he had promised them he would be. As he dwelt there for the next few centuries he learned more of this power that dwelt to the south, the one that had driven his kin northward, but feared that no one would stand against it.

This came to be true in his final years in Mirkwood, and instead of dwelling there in fear, he departed the land that was his home and make his way back across the Great River to Lothlorien in year 1511 of the third age. There in Laurelindorinan he settled for the final time, making his home amongst the mallyrn and integrating amongst the Galadhrim. He married in 1720, only to lose his beloved soon thereafter to her fathers wishes that she sail Westward. This the second loss of someone special to him to the Undying Lands stung in his heart, but did not daunt him, for he felt that he had finally found those who were his true family in Lorien, the Galadhrim. To this very day he lives happily in the western woodland realm, looking back on the accomplishments of his life as well as his great losses, and looking forward to a future of peace in the Golden Wood, protected by the Lady’s grace.