I wasn't from the first of us who awake here. I was born Edhellond at the begin the Third Age. Life was hard, but it was worth the trouble we worked alongside the humans of Gondor and began a good relationship with them.

However when as I grew, more of my people wanted to search for another place to live. Many heard from other elves living in Rivendell, others in Lorien. I loved Edhellond and I decided to stay.

 
Amroth died. Lost on the Great Sea, no matter how hard we tried we didn't manage to find him.
The others want to leave, if not for Amroth many would have left long ago.

I left, but o my own terms. i left to seek the Refuge of Edhelion, far to the west in the land of Ered Luin.

The elves here, they are like us, yet different. I guess we differ in more ways than we think. I could feel that.

I have started to study the music of these parts. Back home little did we have except for the sailor's and fisher's ballads and songs of mighty deeds. Here you have songs about the beauty of the stars, of nature of the elven people as they were long time ago in ages long forgotten.

There is power in music. Music can bolster the ranks or can intimidate the enemy. I have discovered that I have a talent for music. Apparently my notes struck in the very being of my enemy. My scream shakes the earth, yet weakens me. I should not abuse my powers.

They call me a minstrel, one that uses his voice and song to bolster the morale and strike fear int he hearts of the enemy. I was not surprised to find that most minstrels could use their voices to physically hurt their foe. I am one of them and proud of it.

I am but a humble minstrel, in the service of those who's lives have been torn apart. I shall scour Ered Luin and make my mission to make the lives of those who I meet not be forgotten.