Hello, I am Aldaron. I am old, I can feel it, I can hear it. The world is moving to fast for me now. Where I once stood stand listening to the swift hush of the golden trees, now I hear the mechanical sound of cars, and bussiness all around me. I am older and wiser then most can imagine. You may have heard my name mentioned in old tales of long ago, although most have been forgotten. I have seen my fair share of adventures. I will never forget the the destruction and despair that I have felt and seen. Many fair races have left this earth, they have been forgotten or have become lost in the sea. Now, I have come here to protect the race of men. I will fill pages about my old adventures, and teach ancient lessons, which have never should've been forgotten. I can speak many languages, Sindarin, Quenya, Black Speech, English, French, Finish, among others. My name is Aldaron, last of the weilder of an ancient flame.

Have I the strength to continue?

Im na firith-ren.

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