It was a shiny afternoon in Lothlórien. Me and my fellows were just about to leave forrest from the west. We were expecting some dwarf masters to join our fellowship but I was not expecting one of them, Hîr vuin Nemrut, will be my future husband. We lived a happy life far away from forrest in the heart of mountains. We protected each other and sticked together. One day our neighbourhood has been attacked by orcs. We defended well for sure but our house was untenantable after the fight. So we moved to hobbit neighbourhood to live with Faraim, brother of Nemrut and his wife Paganita.