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My family comes from Westfold. We were part of the Ethias clan. They were called the Goldhelm’s. My family lived out on a farm, where we where we lived pleasant lives as horsefarmers. My father Gregbold produced the finest horses in Westfold, and they even rivaled the best produced by the Eastfold. At the age of 1 1/2, I remember my parents hiding me away in the straw of our roof. I remember hearing sounds of war. I fell asleep there in the straw, and never saw my parents again. I lived in the roof of my house for several days, eating the straw itself and drinking rain water that trickled down to me. Finally, I was found crying by members of my clan who were worried when they recieved no word from my family. They took me to their clan elder, where he named me Helm. A Dunlendish raiding party had attacked my home. They killed my father, my mother, and my two brothers. They took all of our horses, all accept one, who had been sleeping behind a mound of hey. This horse was small and jet black. I was raised with a nice family, me and the horse whom I called Jadewave. The family was named Hemigdin. The family taught me all the arts of war. I grew up worshiping the red banner and white fist. On a summers day of my 13th year, my foster mother woke me quickly. I could hear the clash of swords outside. Jumping out of bed I hurried out to find my foster father and brother battling 4 dark haired men, Dunlends. My foster family was well trained in the arts of war, and was able to hold off the 4 attackers for a period. My foster father suddenly was hit with a kick, and a sword was plundged into his shoulder. In a fit of rage I charged through the attackers. With a swing of my fist I hit one in the jaw, sending him flying backwords. There was a sickening thud as he landed on the ground, unconcious. The battle stopped as everyone stood stunned. The other three Dunlends fled. On my 15th birthday my family took me back to the clan elder. There he told me of my true family. He told me how they were slaughtered by the Dunlends. He also told me of my true heritage. The reason he named me Helm, was that I was a direct ancestor of the mighty Helm Hammerhand. His son Hama had a son himself before he died. I was his great grandson, 9 times. He renamed me Helm Hammerhand right there, in honor of my ancestor. On that day, he told me that I must go to Edoras and fulfill my destiny. I went back to my new family, and said goodbye. I took my horse Jadewave, and my short sword, and rode all the way to Edoras, where I joined the Rohan cavalry. There, with my skills aquired from my family, I worked my way up to Feldmarshal of the Rohirrim cavalry, second in command. That is where I am now, fulfilling my destiny. |