After the First Age, many elves were left stranded and aimless. Beleriand had sunk beneath the sea, and much was lost. There were two options it seemed. One, sail back to Valinor. After everything that had happened, all the wrongs committed on both sides of the sea, slink back into the shadow of the Valar.
Another option was to settle into the new kingdom, founded by the survivors of the War of Wrath - Lindon. Aurthiel, one of those survivors, decided to stay. Yet, she was left in a deep disturbance. So many elves were happy to just set up camp, like nothing happened. They built those harbors and new cities as if Beleriand never existed, like the Enemy never existed. She watched her cousin, Orotasarin, marry her close friend, Mythrenniel. It was a happy union, but it made Aurthiel miserable.
Sure, the elves kept guards and watches against the Blue Mountains and empty hills of Eriador, but betrayal settled into her heart as Aurthiel saw no one ride out to vanquish the surviving evils of Morgoth. Why! Overome with bitterness and rage, Aurthiel decided that if no one else was to act, she would…
Dawning black Noldorin armor, Aurthiel rode out into the unknown shadows of Middle Earth, settled by not even the dark middle men. Into the deep forests and long mountains, she hunted. Aurthiel hunted out tribes of orc anywhere near Lindon's kingdom and beyond. She slaughtered so many. Fueled by vengeance, Aurthiel vanquished entire tribes of the feral, mindless orcs lost without Morgoth. No matter how many she defeated, however, more orcs were to be found scattered within the unsettled wilds of Eriador. Yet, she fought. Aurthiel fought so hard in her mission to avenge Beleriand and settle the darkness in her heart… however… satisfaction never came.
Still, she hunted on. And soon, a familiar name was echoed within the deep caves where orcs quivered. The Noldo Demon, Gologdrok, who attacked from the shadows... and always won.
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