Beside the waters of the stream he awoke, one of the firstborn children of Lluvatar. The names they had yet to give everything, but they had devised their own names. He had chosen Nurbor as his own. Many a fair song the elves sang before the coming of the Orom?, and when the lies of Morgoth Bauglir reached their ears, they became fearful of the bright hunter. Nurbor though, had little fear of this bright hunter, rather, he became intrigued, and though his kinsman sought to deter him, he ventured forth to see this bright hunter once and for all. From the woods Nurbor awaited the coming of the hunter.

He heard the trumpets of the hunter and felt the ground quake under his horse’s hooves. Nurbor sprang from the bushes and in front of the horse and Orom? looked upon the elf. A smile came to his face as he looked at Nurbor and this confused him, was it a smile of evil, or was it something else? Nurbor spoke at length, questioning this hunter about himself, and the darkness that was to the north. The hunter told him of the foul creature that was Morgoth. And later as history tells the Gods came and smote the stronghold, and rendered the north a wasteland. Nurbor had come back among his people and told all he knew, and when the summons came for the Eldar to follow Orom?, most harkened as history told, but the three kings of the Eldar went ahead and came to Valinor and see the light of the trees, and such as history tells. Nurbor had yet to do anything of great deed or worthwhile of song for long while, and when the Eldar finally came to Valinor, the three kindreds had formed, and Nurbor was counted as part of the Noldor.

He soon learnt the craft of metal working and of making things of his own creation. Many fair things he created, but none so good or so renown as F?anor’s silmarills. Nurbor’s own jewels were fair and held a hue that was uncommon, that of a green light, and a blue light, that mingled together. None yet knew of how these jewels came into being, but later he told for he was a giving person when still in the Light of Valinor, and these jewels were made many and gave light to the Noble houses of the Eldar. Nurbor himself was a part of the nobility of the Noldor, and cared little to hold his works to his own mind, and when the selfishness of F?anor with his silmarills reached Nurbor, he sought to persuade F?anor to show the great works more, and share them with the rest of Valinor, but F?anor’s reply was that of one filled with pride and selfishness. From that time on, Nurbor wouldn’t follow anything of the house of F?anor, but rather, stuck more to that of Fingolfin.

Nurbor wandered much across the lands of Valinor and hunted with Orom? becoming skilled in the arts of tracking and hunting of beasts. In that time as is told through the history of Eä, Morgoth was released from bondage and wove the lies that drove the Noldor into harkening to the words of F?anor. Nurbor sought to counter the words of F?anor along with a few others, though none would be dissuaded, Nurbor vowed to protect the people that would hearken to him. He followed along with the host of Fingolfin, and instead of being happy about his freedom from the “servitude” of the Gods, he was sorrowful, for his heart forebode ill tidings of the whole idea. He spoke of this long and often to Fingolfin, yet he wouldn’t turn from his path, and Nurbor bided his time, for little did he know the real evils behind the self exile of the noldor.

Nurbor, who had traveled with the host of Fingolfin, was shocked to find the kinslaying going on when he reached Alqualond?, and wouldn’t join in the fray. Rather, he wept and tried to get some sense into both the leaders, but to no avail would either host back down, until eventually the elves of the havens were defeated. In that time, his heart began to steel itself, and shut his mind off to those with some innate skills at seeing into the hearts of others.

He became one of the few trusted by F?anor to be on the ships, lest he be left behind, for Nurbor was ever eager to return to middle earth, inspite of his sorrow. He still remembered the fair lands about the path the Eldar had taken on their way to the land of the Vala. He soon learnt of the plot to go across, and leave Fingolfin’s people behind, and more he hated the house of F?anor, and little could he contain his fury. F?anor saw the wrath that was in Nurbor’s heart and expelled him from the party to go across in the ships for the “first wave”. Little did Nurbor know that he’d have to cross the grinding ice of the north.

Soon after the first wave had left, the elves saw the flames of the burning ships across the sea. Fingolfin and all that followed him spoke harsh words of the house of F?anor. But as was told, they couldn’t remain in the lands of the gods, for they had exiled themselves. And lead by their king, they crossed the grinding ice of the north. Many friends Nurbor had lost on his way to middle earth, and the lands of Beleriand. His hatred of F?anor and all of his house grew to the point of breaking; little would he deal with the house of F?anor in the years to come later.

All the elves that had faithfully followed Fingolfin took harbor with him in the mountains and the regions of Hithlum, there Nurbor first journeyed, and would remain for awhile. The elves had found bands of orcs roaming the lands, and they took up their arms against them; and in this Nurbor had lead his own group of 10. They were all friends of long times past in the land of Valinor, and they joyously slew the foul creations of Morgoth. Nurbor’s blue sword shone with the light of Arda and the fair jewels he’d wrought in the blessed realm.

Now his armor was that of high helm and his family crest was upon his belt. His then black hair was beginning to become flecked with strands of grey, this was the first showing of what the hardships he’d endured had done to him, and the light in his eyes put fear into his enemies. After the first peace of Beleriand, he and his companions returned to Fingolfin’s kingdom, and then went to see the city of Turgon. Long had they rested there, and then again they took up a wandering spirit, though this time to see the woods of Menegroth. Here is where most of the companions found their wives, others, such as Nurbor and his closest friend Falkna, and they settled in the lands west of Menegroth, later known as Brethil. A summons later came for the meeting at Mereth Aderthad by the pools of Ivrin. Nurbor meet the speaker for king thingol, and was intrigued. He and Falkna returned to Menegroth with him, and there learnt of Strongbow, and Heavy hand.

Thingol welcomed them as kin into his kingdom, and they swore allegiance to the king of the woods. The rest of the group soon moved to Menegroth to follow their friend and leader Nurbor, and they all came to become some of the finest march wardens of Menegroth, their band won much glory in those days worthy of praise. Far they roamed and slew many bands of foul creatures.

But the day soon came to when the reason for the Noldor’s return came to light, and they all became shamed, and even though king Thingol had pardoned them, they left the thousand caves to take up dwellings of their own in Himlad. Not long after their departure the girdle of Melian was raised. Of this time they passed out of knowledge for awhile, yet when the time came for one of the five great battles, they surfaced, and where they went, victory followed. Their swords fell, and moods fierce, none could withstand their onslaught. But when they returned, the women and children fled, yet Nurbor’s home was destroyed, and his family gone. Yet he still held hope, for they might’ve fled to Menegroth with the others.

He swiftly went with the rest of his friends and they arrived, and he searched in vain for his family, but they were gone. In a deep pit of despair he left and went searching for his family, his wife Donfiniel and his son Esgalnólë. His friends offered to go with him, but he wouldn’t accept their help, for fear of losing them too. Yet Thingol couldn’t let one of his best march wardens go out on his own, and sent a company of riders to follow him and aid him in his quest.

Nurbor’s heart was filled with wrath when he returned to his home, and began searching for clues. He found a cold trail and rode hard for days to the north. He passed over the lands quickly, but the king’s men came quicker, and they soon rode upon Nurbor finding him and told of their mission. He thanked them, and accepted their help after a day of riding. Nurbor found the trail soon and came upon the band of orcs that had captured his family, but their leader was foul, and a wicked heart.

Nurbor came upon the cave, and drew his bow, hoping to do more damage with that than having to draw his sword. It was a band of orce, nothing 11 elves couldn't handle, right? Wrong, there orcs were different somehow.

After the first arrow was released a hail of them came upon the orcish camp, many finding a home in the body of an orc, but a few were deeper inside the cave, and out of range. Those had hold of Donfiniel and Esgalnólë. They shoved the elves out first and demanded safe passage for their lives. Nurbor was wary and had a bad feeling it'd be the last time he saw them regardless. But in hopes they'd stay true, he allowed it, and then as they were almost to safety, the orcs were about to release their prisoners when they stabbed their wicked blades into the elven bodies, and nurbor's bow was in hand shooting down the last orcs, and then he ran to his family, his son lay bleeding, and tears ran down his face. "fa...ther. I...I've failed you." he said clutching his wound, and all Nurbor could do was hold his son's head in his lap as his wife crawled her way to them. Tears streaked down his face, tears of sorrow, and he couldn't stop them,"wait for me, my son, in the halls of Mandos we all shall be together." and his son smiled, and that was the end of Nurbor's offspring. his wife was a bit better off, but not by much. Nurbor leaned in close,"i'm sorry, i've failed you both, and now you pass into the lands undying to wait in the halls of Mandos. It is all my fault." he said with sorrow and lament. His wife only looked at him, and brought her blood stained hand to his face. Nurbor leaned into her face and kissed her, trying to do anything he could to comfort her in her dieing moments. And at last she spoke,"aiya nurbor i noldor toi mi tie. Melkor heru velike.*" and he silenced her lips with his own, not wanting to let her spirit cross the seas without him, but knew it was futile...

*oh nurbor the noldor they are in dire straights. Melkor has great power.*

An arrow came flying into the orc camp and alerted the orcs of the elves. The battle lasted for an hour as the orcs finally became backed into a cave, and when there was no other option, they ransomed off Nurbor’s family, trying to buy a way out. Nurbor made a deal with them, but trusted them not, and when the time came for his family to be returned, they were wickedly slain infront of Nurbor’s eyes, ere he could kill the captors. He wept long and though his king’s men were reduced to two, his tale was told throughout the kingdom of Thingol. Soon everyone knew the story of him, yet his sorrow was such that he wouldn’t suffer his tale to be made into song, for he would rather avenge them on the servants of Melkor Morgoth, than let his sorrow spread into the history and lands of middle earth.

His hair soon after became silver, matching the color of the silver tree of Valinor, and shone as a ray of the pale moonlight. His temper had slowly become that of one who seeks joy only when on the threat of death, and he cared little for his life anymore, yet his inner flame was vibrant and withstood anything that could be thrown at him. He went through many of the great battles of song, and came himself to be known as a fierce warrior of Menegroth.

When the great battle of the north was dawning, he joined himself with the host of Fingolfin, by Thingol’s leave, and was one of the few to return from that fight alive. His sorrow was deep from the friends lost, but he continued to seek his vengeance upon the servants of Melkor. His friend Fingolfin won renowned fame in that battle, but his life was sealed with the fall of Melkor’s hammer. Nurbor grieved the loss of his friend Fingolfin, for he had known him for many long years uncounted.

While the rest of the world moved on, Nurbor took to walking about the woods and later befriended with the many animals that were among the forests of middle earth. Little did he care for events and deeds outside of his own little world, his own private hell. He ventured over the hills of Ered Luin, and visited the caves of the dwarves and taught them his skill of making the fair jewels he had wrought in Valinor, though the gems were rarer in middle earth. While there, they taught him of their secrets and made for him, a coat of plate armor and he became a fell warrior to look upon. Soon he would return to fight again in the wars of Beleriand.

Long was his wandering, and many lands west of Ered Luin did he venture to, and many new friends he made, but ere long news came to him of another battle, and he wanted nothing more than to join the frey. He returned and clad in his armor, he stood as clad in Naugrim armor and many were confused, for the Naugrim weren’t known to posses the beauty of an elf, and nor were they known to give their secrets freely. He had slain many in that great battle, but soon tired of the wandering spirits and came yet again to the halls of Thingol.

The king graciously allowed his return and reinstatement to his former position. Nurbor’s friends had either died, or moved on from Menegroth, and so he was left alone as a March Warden to fight at the sides of heavy hand and strong bow.

About this time Beren came and took the quest to retrieve the silmaril from the crown of Melkor. Nurbor’s heart and wisdom held grave tidings and long he talked with the Queen of this, and she too felt it. At a while later Beren and Luthien returned only to find their deaths. Nurbor’s heart grieved as the most beautiful elf passed into the west to the Halls of Mandos. Thus in this manner he fashioned his own bow, and arrows with oversized heads meant to pierce armor, and his bow was named lethal bow.

As time passed little happened to keep him in the books, until that is, the fall of Menegroth. This had become the last straw in Nurbor’s heart for the sons of F?anor, and after the King’s death and destruction, Nurbor left till the rally of Thingol’s heir. He returned until the sons of F?anor assailed the kingdom, and then he fought till the bitter end, and left headed for the havens of Círdan the shipwright. Long he thought of leaving the lands of middle earth, but his heart held out, and he stayed there.

Nurbor passed out of history until the wars of the ring began, and long after the sundering of the world, and the hiding of the Undying Lands, he resurfaced, though to fight with the elves and men and Naugrim, against the tyranny that was Sauron. Nurbor’s company was that of the few friends left in middle earth, though Celeborn was a friend of his, Nurbor didn’t approach him till later. After the battle of the ring, and the last alliance of Elves and Men, Nurbor returned to Lorien to wander in the woods freely and became clad in the Lorien cloaks, and His helm and plate armor rested in a hidden spot. Later would he return for it, but soon he ventured to Imladris and dwelt for a time there, and met Bilbo Baggins, the second bearer of the ring of power. Bilbo’s time in Imladris had been brief, but they had made a bond, and only later after the succession would Nurbor meet with him again, for though Nurbor’s days of wandering were far from over, He kept his friends at bay, for fear of wounding his heart beyond mending, for it was already so close to the edge.

But long he wandered and met with Gandalf, and spoke with him, learning what he would of the world’s happenings, for Nurbor had become taken with the woods of Fanghorn, and so, met the great Ent, Treebeard. But he tarried not long in the woods of Fanghorn, for the war of the ring wasn’t yet over, and now his duties to avenge and destroy were yet again called upon, and he took to arms and clad himself once again in the armor of the Naugrim, fighting what fell beasts he came by, and became once again a part of the world living.

Nurbor fought with the foul creations of Melkor Morgoth all the way to the black gate, and there he witnessed the hobbit’s greatest hour as the ring was unmade, and the creatures of evil disbanded, or so it would seem. After this, his times are untraced, until recently that is, when he was found in the woods of Lorien again, wandering alone, and waylaying a band of Orcs alone. There he met Haldir, March Warden of Lorien, and so came into the history as it stands again so far…