In the northern territory of Middle Earth, far above Rivendell, lie the Angmar Mountains. In these mountains live an old race of elves, known by some as the Angmar elves. They live in a large crater formed by a volcanic explosion that happened in the times of Feanor. Elves of Mirkwood and Lothlorien regarded these elves as primitive beings that were distantly related, not at all like them. They were miners who worked with precious metals who had a strong and somewhat cynical sense of humor. What completely baffled all the other elves of Middle Earth was that, horror of horrors, these elves were actually friends with dwarves! That was unheard of, to say the least.
The Angmar elves were lead by an old chief, Glindorin. This chief was not all that wise, so a council was developed to help the old coot rule (he was actually quite crazy for an elf and could drink anyone under the table). Many who remembered him (which were not many, as you will see later on) say that his best achievement was raising his daughter, Gwendolin (just Gwen in most circles). He basically raised her like the son that he never had, giving her the best weapons training he possibly could and teaching her to fight with her hands and feet, like a kung fu thing. She also acquired his cynical and sarcastic humor and a tiny bit of his craziness, only not as bad. This is actually her story, once I actually get to it. It is about her part in the Fellowship, and I know you are probably thinking, "Hey, there was no girl in the Fellowship!" I would like you to keep in mind that just because she got no mention whatsoever doesn't mean she wasn't there! Just kidding.
Yes, it does get more interesting
