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Born in Cuiviénen , on the shore of a large gulf in the inland “Sea of Helcar” (which my mother named me after) in the far east of Middle-earth. The land was an eastern bay of the Inland Sea of Helcar which was formed by the meltwaters of the pillar of Illuin. My mother went by the name Aerin, tall, elegant in tongue and stature, and had a voice so angelic it could bend the will of any mortal man. My father went by the name Logon, and named that for a just reason, ‘one who is warm at heart’. I cannot remember much of my childhood in Cuiviénen besides the fact that we had to flee our country-land after the First Age and the War of Wrath which left our homeland dry and desolate. On our journey we faced many perils, giant attacks, orc raids, and so on. During these fights for our lives I learned many combat skills and a little elf magic while watching my mother and father in combat. We continued our journey for 6 years, looking for a place to call our new home. During these years my mother and father taught me through tales of their past and from old scriptures that we took with us. We found a perfect location just north of Middle-Earth called Carn Dûm. Unfortunately to our demise it was inhabited by The Witch-King and his many servants. We were setting up camp in the mountains above, when we were suddenly attacked by the Witch-King and his servants. My father was slain first and during my mothers last breath she whispered a spell causing me to be frozen in a block of unbreakable ice. Over hundreds of years I was frozen in this unbreakable spell cast by my mother, when on one laer (summer) day the ice that has imprisoned me started to melt. Slowly I regain consciousness, lost, confused, with nothing around me but some old dusty bones from a pair I cannot recognize. I wander around and find myself in new terrain, and make my way abouts the land for a good while until in the distance I see a massive city on a mountain. I wander to the gates where I was met by individuals that resembled myself. They greet me and say “Welcome to Lareh’thilln fellow elf” I ask for directions to the nearest place of wisdom so I can figure out what era I’m in as well as the odd language spoken, similar to mine since I can somewhat understand, yet different. The two at the gate point me in the direction of something called “The Eternal Library” where they claimed houses the most books out of any realm. For that we shall see ourselves. Along my path to this esteemed place of knowledge I stumble across a cute little creature on a side street. It’s thick, fluffy coat reminded my of a pet I had during my childhood, a puxie if I do recall. I give it pats on the head and continue on.