Calenglad

Curgirion was a tall, great man with scruffy, dark hair and stormy, serious grey eyes. He was a man of seventy-one years, a young age for a Dúnadan but a full lifetime for a normal man. He was living in his home, Tinnudir which was in the land of Evendim, an encampment of the Dúnedain. He lived a normal, quiet life well quiet enough for a Dúnadan yet it all changed one day in July and that shaped Curgirion to be the Ranger he is now partially. And it started like this…

Scrapping and clawing, I finally made it. The first glimpse of daylight certainly rejuvenated my energy for a brief moment. Who knows how long I lay within the Black Dens...

We had finally reached our destination...

Time... It never stands still... Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. It only felt as though it was yesterday, that Lirita and I sat amongst those in Tinnudir Keep. Word had reached that of Calenglad, of a foul presence beginning to plague that of Enedwaith. A company was set with the task to investigate and set forth on the long journey. Myself, known for not remaining in a single place to long had offered his service. Lirita, at first was hesitant of the task.

One had much to think of. Lost memories of my parents, Taol and Migyon returned to thought... Would Lirita and I remain here in Evendim among the Wardens of Annúminas... Who would next try to claim the bounty on my head...

The Race of Men is fickle... Their minds changing at the slightest whim. Lirita and I would learn this amongst our travels, yet would not expect to learn of it so soon. Lord Elrond suggested we head for the encampment in Evendim. Joining that of my kin, the Dúnedain that protect the lands and fight to reclaim that of Annúminas. One must admit that I was not too fond of making this reunion.

And so I was asked...myself and Calenglad have never seen eye to eye on most matters, yet there is a grudging respect for one another, he plays his part well and commands a measure of order and respect amongst the wardens here at Tinnudir. I pass through, when needed, often alone. And so it was that I expected to retire by a makeshift camp, at peace with my thoughts as I look upon the blue lady's realm. How I love her beauty, and that which she weaves upon Nenuial's waters at the twilit hour. And so I was asked.