Being born under his parents in the family of Lúinwë. Life was relatively easy in the dominion of Malin as woodworkers and leather craftsman. My father (Elessar Lúinwë) would work on wooden trinkets, toys and commissions from citizens looking for something unique, he would be able to. After father’s shift from early morning to mid evening, 3 days a week, he would head out to local forests and hunt collecting skins for leather and food to bring home. My mother would prepare multiple meals out of small game, deer and more. Once I matured into my adolescent years, he let me hunt and I picked up on his skills with archery and how to navigate the woods. If not learning how to hunt, I would study my father’s craftmanship learning how to tan leather, clean it and work with it, same with the woodworking (basically, knowing how to do decent leatherworking and woodworking).
If there was no work to be done on the weekends, I was given some spending money and allowed to roam the city Caras Eldar. Seeing all the multiple homes of other elves even in different sub races was spectacular and even heading to the taverns and getting drinks with some of the local elven men same age as me. They were not the closest friends in the world but I learned how to be social and how to act around others. After years go by, reaching the age of 32, my father hands me a pack full of supplies and gold and sits me down to tell me I have to travel and experience the world. He then told me he had worked his life to make something of me and is proud to let me go free. I don’t know what to say and tell him I will think about it. I walk around the town and gaze at all of the people that surround me and think over a few hours if I could live here for centuries. Then after walking into the tavern and getting a drink of milk, a human woman walks in with a party of five people of multiple races and orders the table right next to where I sit. Her group goes to sit and she pays for the night of food and drinks, her following glances at me and grabs the seat closest to my table. The group talk for a while exchanging jokes, names and laughs. The woman looks to me as I just sit there and asks why I’m by my lonesome. I give her a bit of the story about how my father wants me to explore and see things. She offers me Ale but I decline politely, she asks why I haven’t skipped town yet. I explain that I am nervous about how my family will be with me gone and what I would do once I left. She talks to me about Arcas and how the land is ripe with oppurtunity and job openings of all kinds, making it seem like a gold mine. After some more exchanges and talking about the subject, she jujst seemed to appeal to the curious side in me and got me wanting to go. I thanked her for the talk and finished my drinks and began to walk but she ushered me to stay and drink with her group, after our talk, I thought why not and listened to her group’s tales of adventure. sailing across the treacherous waters, some scandalous risks, great gains, and heroic expeditions. She then invited me up to “get a taste of the outside”, being persuaded by the amount of drinks I had, fade to black. After waking up, she was dressed and ready to set out on her own journey and I politely said goodbye and thanks for the night, she gave an address that led to Arcas, “If you ever want to find me again, head to that place”. I took it and held on to it going back to my parents. I tell them that I am ready to travel and pack up my belongings.
After we exchange goodbyes and give our last hugs to each other. I make my way to the new lands of Arcas and try to make a living out of my teachings form my father.
