Sands of Harad: RPG

[Acalewia]

"I've been told my eyes give me away," Elnar said with a smile. "My mother was an Elf. My father was a Dunedain. Father was killed in an orc ambush, Mother sailed to the Undying Lands the next year. That left my sister, Acalewia, in charge of us, she being the oldest"

"Us?"

"I'm the youngest of four. My brothers were killed trying to avenge Father. Over the next thousand or so years, Acalewia and I trained in different skills; she learned every method of fighting know to man and elf while I trained with Elrond in healing along with the Dunedain way of fighting. Fast forward to the War of the Ring. Dunedain were summoned to Rohan, but only 30 were able to be gathered in haste. I was one of them. My son rode with Acalewia while I rode with Aragorn through the Paths of the Dead. I will never forget that as long as I live" Elnar closed his eyes. "Renvan died at the Black Gates. I wasn't able to reach him in time to heal him. He died in my arms" he opened his eyes and looked into Nessa's. "We now have no secerts between us it seems"