Prologue
I am Meara. The only daughter of Lord Denethor, Steward of Gondor.
Honestly enough, I am not related to him or to his family by blood. I was abandoned by my mother and father when I was only days old beside the White tree of Minas Tirith. I believe that Lord Denethor only took care of me because Finduilas his wife and his two sons, Boromir and Faramir took a liking to me.
I love my brothers dearly. They were the ones who took care of me and protected me from harm. When I became thirteen, Boromir taught me how to wield a sword as Faramir taught me how to wield a bow and arrow for defense.
Faramir and I were both pupils of Gandalf the Grey. Both of us were very fond of his stories and how he taught us the histories of the wondrous Middle-Earth. With his brave stories, I started to dream of myself slaying a dragon, fighting alongside my brothers, protecting our people. I did nothing but long for that dream but I was kept inside of Minas Tirith. Quite unfair actually, I know a lot of Middle-Earth and its strange creatures but they did not dare for me to see it. And instead they kept me away from the dangers of it.
Because I was the only daughter of the Steward of Gondor I was given the best education of manners and yet I did not care for them. I was quite rebellious and became the most famous mischief-maker of Gondor. There was even a time when I almost burned the white tree. Father scolded me and ordered me to stay in my room. I was four then, but I remembered the scenes vividly. He even said I was an impossible child.
My father is a noble man but he became so different when mother had died. He became more grim and silent.
This is my story of how I got in an unexpected journey of adventure.