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Once upon a time in the early 80's - in 82 to be exact - a girl was born in Kramfors, Sweden. She knew nothing of the world, but would soon get old enough to see it for what it was. She tried to live it as well as she could, it was not always easy but she managed the bad times too somehow. Then in 2002, her life took a new unexpected but muchly welcomed turn. That was the year that she discovered the Plaza and other fanatics that where already dwelling in this place. She was not late to move into her second home. And she no longer seemed to have time to sleep, this new interest took up most of her free time. But after a time her Plaza time dropped down to almost zero, the Plaza-spirit she had as a newbie was suddenly blown away. It didn't seem as much fun anymore. And a life that had begun so well in Rohan, now drifted loosely over Arda. She switched kingdoms, elves, ents. Where was she to go? She did not know, she was lost. But now her spirit is back again, and she is back in the Riddermark where she finally has realized that she belongs. |
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I was born in the elven valley Rivendell, or so I've been told all my life. When I was just a few months old I was adopted and raised by a wonderful Rohirrim couple. I had a very happy childhood with many siblings. I grew up and became a beautiful elvish woman; blue eyes with a little green in them, long dark brown hair, average height. I've always been surrounded by horses in some way during my childhood and that is just one of the many things that I'm grateful for and I learned to ride very early in life. When I was 18, I decided to join the cavalry, and the training and my time there has made me a good fighter with sword as well as in one-on-one combat without weapons, I am now fearless in battle and I'm not afraid of death. But not long after my 21st birthday I suddenly quit the cavalry, and the same week I left my home in Rohan to ride off to Rivendell and the elves. I wanted to see the place there I was born. Though I knew that I wouldn't get the chance to meet my parents. Because my mom had died at childbirth, giving life to me, and my father died in battle not long after. I didn't stay very long in Rivendell, after five months I rode off to Lothlorien, where I settled for a year and a half years, but I wasn't happy there either, I don't feel at home, so I packed my things and left the life of safety inside the Lorien borders and took the road to Fangorn forest. The first week it was lonely and I wandered a lot on the paths of the forest, but after that I had come so deep into the heart of the forest that one day there stood a talking tree in front me, surprise or fear, I didn't know what to feel. When I had been there for a couple of mounths I enjoyed the company of Treebeard and the other ents in Fangorn. Two years I stayed in the forest before my feelings of longing to go back to Rohan became too great, and I returned home to the green fields that I knew so well. I rode straight to my parents home in the Westfold to pay them a visit. Too much time had passed since the last time I saw them, and the meeting was very joyful, I stayed with them for a few days before I returned to my own home. It was late eve when I closed the door behind me, and the sun were merely setting behind the mountaintops in the horizon. And I felt an overwhelming feeling of peace. A peace of mind that I couldn't recall of having any time during those four years that I'd been away from home. But I knew then that whatever I do, or wherever I may be, I will always be rohirric in my heart. |