My names is Lydwin, and this is my story.
It was late and my father had insisted apon traveling through the night, mother had called him a fool with a death wish. It was not long after dark when we heard the noises of orks and they were getting closer to our caravan. Then nerve crippling silence and when all of us thought we'd die of the silence they attacked. I don't remember much mainly because when they hit the carragie I had hit my head hard and landed with most of the custons and blankets over me.
But when I woke I knew to stay perfectly still as I'd been taught cuz I could still hear the orks outside, but one thing I knew that hurt more than my throbing head was the fact that I knew that my family was dead and not even the guards had escaped with their lives. So when the noises had stopped for a while I forced open the door I was laying on and crawled through and up to the tree that the carraige was leaning up againsed. Soon I heard horses and sounds of elves shouting. A horse stopped just a few feet from me and its rider got off and walked toward me. I could hear him talking to a few others. I shifted trying to hear them better but when I moved my leg it hit the carriage door and made an awful sound. Someone said something and I heard the opposite carriage door open and mumbling and someone saying that the bottom door was broken and looked to be forced open. The one that was closest to me walked over to the opening that was created from the leaning carriage and nelt down and looked at me. He called to the others that he'd found the daughter, and then held his hand out to me saying "its alright, you're safe now Lydwin." He caught me off gaurd when he called me by my name but he looked like one of my father's friends so I took his hand. He helped me out and onto his horse, he told the others to see if the orks had passed the border if not to leave none alive and they answered him with "yes sirs" so he was a high rank. "Who are you?" I asked after a little bit. "I'm Marshir, caption of the guard here in Lothlorian." He responded.
After speaking with Lady Galadrial I found out that Marshir would be taking me in as his own, and that I'd become the step sister to his own son Haldir to whom I get along with very well. He is like the brother I never had. He supports me in everyway and I do the same in return. He is very skilled in the art or archery and weilding a blade, plus he is a natural leader. Haldir has told me that he aims to become captian of the guard just like his father, and maybe one day surpass him. I really look up to him and his father as role models, I mean my father didn't really do any fighting he was just a council member.
Many years have passed, I am debating on if I want to leave. Marshir was killed in a fight with orks on the border. Haldir is trying to stay strong mainly for me but I can tell he is really hurt and lost. Galadrial came to me last night during my walk through the trees and talked to me about choosing our own paths and futures, and surprisingly sapported my thaught to leave and make my own path as a hunter. Soon tomorrow I will, bid farewell to my brother Haldir and everyone that I have made friends with and leave to make my own path as the best hunter I can be. I had decided that I wanted to follow in the steps of Diana Goddess of the hunt and her many huntresses.