I was gifted with many things even for one of my race. To look at me you'd never think I was an assassin, a cold blooded killer who'd kill his own family if the price was right, ok I might not go that far, even though I do have a growing dislike for them. But my point is that I was graced with beauty. A natural beauty that rivalled the loveliest elf-maidens in the whole of Middle-Earth, not what you'd expect for an assassin, someone who would stick out and be easily seen. However, I did, and still do use my beauty to gain a great advantage over people. But what makes things worse is that I was born into a royal household. Many would flock to my father's court to see me. True many would say that had business with my father or some of the other nobles, but that was only a half-truth, they had come for me and most made it quite obvious. And, of course, my father, being the total idiot that he is never noticed, as the court stayed open for all his subjects.

Anyway, all of this simpering and staring was awful, especially as I was very young at the time. But it provided me with amazing opportunities and chances to test my skills to their limits. I found that I could easily manipulate people because they were so in awe of me. They would do anything; all I had to do was ask. This manipulation worked the greatest if I took the subject to my bed. For many of them would confess a great many things in the throws of passion. It made for some interesting and very amusing listening. Which made up for them being diabolical in bed. I swear, the females were worse than the males, and they were the ones who would jump straight into bed with you before you'd finish your sentence. But I also found that I could easily melt into the background and avoid being noticed, even in a room filled with people who were looking for me, which also helped in the morning after.

So I suppose that my royal upbringing was a kind of blessing in disguise. I still hated every moment of it yet I gained the chance to learn so many things that I would need in the future, and I found that most of these things I had a natural talent for especially combat, whether with blade, bow or my own hands. It was simple; with any weapon I was deadly. I always was and I always will be.

Again, luck played another part in my upbringing; it was the timing of my childhood. War was becoming an increasing threat in our lands, the threat was slow spreading but it was a threat all the same. So I was taught to fight so that I could help protect my people and my home. The best fighters and warriors in the kingdom taught me. But training for war only gave me some of the things I wanted and needed to learn.

As time went on and I learned all I could from my people, I ventured out into the world to learn more. My father was delighted by my keenness to go and learn if he had of known my true intentions, I probably would be locked up in some dungeon near the boarders of our land. For 'needless violence', as some would call it, is not a natural thing for an elf, especially one of royal blood. And as I am the youngest son of the king and heir to this realm (why me and not one of my other siblings.I'll never know. I always knew my father was a bit cracked), my father doesn't want me throwing my life away, or at least getting myself killed.

So I wandered the world learning as I went and many people were more than happy to teach me what they knew. Yeah, I did have to threaten, buy, sweet talk, charm or just shag it out of them but the end justifies the means. But the jackpot was in Lothlorien. I was 'persuading' some dim-witted she- elf maid to tell me about the guard of Lorien, for they are known as the greatest guards in all Elvendom. And again after another terrible evening of very unsatisfying sex she let slip that her brother was a guards of Lothlorien and under the direct command of the captain. So I used both my body and charm to get her to introduce me to her brother. It worked, of course, but the results were better than I could have hoped for. For her brother was just a stupid as she was, and the hours of mindless drivel and bad sex that I had to endure paid off nicely, as half an hour after I had met her brother I was off to see the captain of the Lorien guard.

Dear Haldir, he taught me so much. It's a shame he loves his job so much or I would have would asked him to join me in my venture. For he is an excellent fighter, almost as excellent as me, he's only let down by his attachments. But I came across my true calling during my time with him in Lorien. The profession of assassination. It was something that we all knew about but I never dreamed that I would ever meet one or get the chance to become one myself. I always thought that assassins weren't supposed to be seen, stealthy and someone that would never get caught. Well that was the theory; in reality I was dealing with men so not all was lost.

It was all because of some mortal retard that tried to get into Lorien to kill, or at least in his wildest fantasy, try to kill Galadriel. What a total loser! He didn't get a full step inside Lothlorien before twenty elves swooped down and surrounded him. And there was a big heap of misfortunate for him in the shape of Haldir, for it was his group that had caught him. And Haldir does not like surprises or men very much.

That is mainly because he was almost killed through there incompetence. During an infiltration of an enemy stronghold, that Haldir had been picked to lead, and the men were supposed to be covering his back. But they were too stupid and idiotic that they forgot and went gallivanting off somewhere else. This left Haldir on his own in the midst of an army of Orcs. Luckily he managed to get out without raising an alarm, though he did almost get an orc sword through his neck. But Orcs would have to get up earlier than that to get one over Haldir of Lorien. Needless to say, that little stunt the men had pulled meant that Haldir was not a happy bunny. And out of the twenty men that had accompanied Haldir, only two returned and they were described as being 'scared shitless'. They said that the Orc numbers were higher than expected and they had been ambushed and the others slain, but I don't believe that for a second. More like, Haldir diced then into tiny pieces and promised the same fate to the other two if they said anything or tried to do the same thing to anyone else. So there's a useful tip: Never ever EVER get on wrong side of Haldir of Lorien, for you will be pushing up daisies.

Anyway, Haldir caught him, made him tell them what he was doing there and took him away, and he probably turned the man into fertiliser, but that was something I never found out. But I did find out the purpose that brought the man to Lorien, for Haldir is a very dear friend of mine. I was very intrigued though I didn't say anything to Haldir as he was in a foul mood and could very possibly take a slice out of me for saying something. He can be quite unreasonable when he's mad, and just finding a man within a hundred feet of the Lorien border, was enough to make his blood boil. Add to that the fact that he'd come to kill the Lady Galadriel made Haldir almost ready to explode.

This gave me my idea, the way to make something of my life, something that I would find good and help get rid of the stagnation that had fallen over my life.