Hû hails from Imladris, or Rivendell in the Common tongue, and was born to the union of two Ñoldor who he unfortunately did not get to spend much time with. Both were fated to travel across vast and dangerous distances and, like many who set out beyond the hidden valley, one day they simply did not return. Thus, they were proclaimed lost and mourned for well before the halfway mark of his first century. The names gifted to him by his Eldar parents, thus, have not been spoken for over six and a half centuries, and it was during his earlier journeys that Hû gave himself the name Hound of Swords in Sindarin - Humegilras.

Not long before reaching his first century of age, Hû set out in a self-proclaimed errand to explore Middle-Earth, against the better judgment and reasoning of his elders. This was a tragic journey where the price of arrogance was forever seared into his mind, and upon return he was more diligent in his obedience and attentiveness to the teachings of wiser and older Eldar. Not long after, he swore true fealty to the ways of the sword, honing his skill and even learning to blend harmonious sound and blades to create a unique yet not-unheard of style of 'bladesinging'. The act of drawing or simply moving his blades across the air, thus, can create a mesmerizing and mind-dulling effect to those of weaker will and spirit, yet this art form is one that could perhaps take millennia to be perfected.

With his new-found skills and passion, Hû spent the remainder of the six centuries of his life aiding the Eldar who depart through Lindon towards Aman. Even until recently, he acted as a protector and witness of the sorrow of his kind which he still cannot bring himself to join for a plethora of reasons. These frequent journeys to and from Imladris and the western coast where his people set sail meant that he spent a great deal of idle time studying and eventually approaching the Dwarves of The Blue Mountains, growing both accustomed to their mistrust and loud ways that have led him to consider crafting and performing jokes. Although this is a skill that is not quite suited to his stoic and reserved manners and humble ways, it is easy to deduce that his time spent in the mountains resulted in a realization that laughter is, perhaps, a universal cure destined to aid and uplift all Free Folk. Despite finding yet another and much safer passion, it can certainly be said that he will need to improve greatly on his terrible puns and humor that barely garner any laughter, even from the most simple of minds regardless of how kind they may be.

Appreciation for laughter and the Free Folk has, however, led him to set foot for the first time into the township of Bree where he has met several individuals of interest as well as finding genuine friendship and those who are not his own that enrich him with wisdom. It is because of this that he has opted to remain in this town, and this is the exact point in which the true tale of the 'Hound of Swords' begins.