User:Quipp/The Story of Eru

The Story of Eru
Name: Erubadhron

Alias: The Prime Voice (in the Trees)

Gender: Male

Race: Elves

Culture: Men

Faction: Leader of the mercenary guild known as ‘The Voice in the Trees’.

Birth: Unknown

Armour: Thick Leather armour underneath a long flowing dark-green cloak with a large hood attached.

Weapons: Large Recurve Bow of Mirkwood, Short Steel Dagger

Allies: The free peoples of Middle Earth. Namely the Rangers of the North and the Woodelves of Mirkwood.

Enemies: Has no fully fledged enemies, as he is a singular mercenary with only a small group of 20 like-minded forces under his command, he is mostly unknown within the enemy camps. A hatred for the Uruk-Hai of Isengard still lies deep within, so any forces resembling these Orcs are considered enemies.

Bio: Being the product of a vetoed relationship between a young elven warrior of the Woodland Realm and a beautiful, flaxen-haired woman of Gondor, his young life was often hard. Being the only boy of elven descent in his small town, he was often the butt of jokes and pranks of the other boys his age. He never fought back in these situations, taking a predominately unperturbed stance to most factors of his young life.

When he was 9, his mother decided to move to Eriador to live with her elderly father, once realizing that the small town she and her son lived in had nothing to offer them. Erubadhron’s grandfather was a retired Captain of The North, having served as a ranger for almost 45 years before an arrow embedded itself in his left knee, severely hampering his mobility and ending his career early. Because of his high ranking amongst the Rangers, and as a result of his generally likeable personality, he was offered a small residence in one of the small villages that often housed the commanding militaries of the Rangers. After settling in, he carried on a course of war, helping the commanders with strategy and various other quests. Because of his continuing service, his residence was upgraded and he was given ownership of a large 3 bedroom home on the outer edge of the village as payment for his work. On receiving the keys to his new home, he immediately wrote to his beloved daughter (whom he had not laid eyes on for near a decade), asking if she would accept his offer and come live in his house with his grandchild. Happy at her response, he settled down in the larger home.

Eru (as his mother endearingly called him), grew into a well-respected young man within the ranger society. He was well liked by many, if not all, of the rangers and their families in the village despite his mild social awkwardness. He trained with the rangers, becoming proficient in the use of swords, axes and daggers. But his favourite weapon was always the bow. He quickly rose through the ranks as a bowman within the village, winning first place in an archery contest when he was only 14. His life was peaceful, fun and a nice change from his early life in Gondor. That, however, was soon to change.

When Eru was 16, a small band of Orcs and Uruk-Hai bearing the insignia of Saruman approached the north his village. This small party was quickly dispatched of by the considerable forces within the village. However, while this was going on to the north, a large band of Uruk-Hai approached from the forest to the south-east. This party started lighting fires and destroying buildings as the main town defence force was preoccupied to the north. Unfortunately for Eru, his house was at the southern-most point of the village, one of the first attacked. As the flickering red flames licked at the outer walls of his home, his mother and grandfather quickly worked to slow the flames, throwing buckets of water at the flames. When the forces of Saruman were seen by his grandfather, he was ordered to run to the north and warn the rest of the town and their armed forces of the attack. As he ran to the north, he heard the first screams from the south.

The fire fighting continued long into the night, and it was nearing 1 am when the last of the flames were finally put out. Eru lay in a bed that was not his own, in a house that was not familiar, with a family that he barely knew.

The remaining of his teenage years flew by him. He immersed himself in his studies, training for hours a day with his bow that he fashioned from a tree in the nearby forest (it’s not the Mirkwood one just yet) in the absence of any family to speak of. At 20, he officially joined the Rangers, becoming the Head Guard of the town mere months after joining. One autumn day, he arrived home at his small allocated ‘apartment’ in the guard barracks after a long day’s work. Upon entering his room, he saw a long, thin item, wrapped in a large sheet of cloth, placed on the end of his bed. Unfolding the top most part of the parcel revealed a wood of magnificently dark colour within. He quickly removed the rest of the linen wrapping, and picked up the lovingly crafted bow in his two hands. Inspecting the craft-work that had gone into the limbs of the weapon, a small piece of paper attached to the bow with a piece of twine caught his eye. He read the message, repeating it over in his head. As he did so, he vowed to avenge his mother and grandfather’s deaths all those years ago. He left the Rangers a year later, travelling all over Middle Earth, helping the many villages he came across as a hired hand, his proficiency with the bow greatly appreciated by the citizens. At the third town he visited, he met a young man who had also been orphaned as a child, this man decided to join in Eru’s adventure, joining him in travelling. Today, he still is travelling; his party has now grown, containing 18 other men, 2 women and a particularly tenacious dwarf (aka GimliBurper. He party, known as The Voice in the Trees, helps any allied forces in need of a hand. His guild’s current goal? The concluding of the war of the east.

What was on the piece of paper that came with the bow you ask?

I am proud, son.