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Author: narril
Date:May 9 2011

He has many names, but he has forgotten his true name. Most common of them are
Narril and Narimar.
He was washed ashore and woke up eventually after being unconscious for days.
Currents had taken his unconscious body far to the south, far beyond Umbar.
He didn't remember anything about the past, but some say he's one of the
maiar, and to be more precise, one of those few born with inner fire. He could
take a normal human form like all the valar, as it is less frightening to look
upon, altho fire was still in his eyes, black and bright flames.
In that form he has been ever since.
He wandered around the shore and woods nearby, but saw no-one. Maybe it was
his fiery appearance that eventually drew attention of small group of elves,
first they observed him from afar then moved straigth to him, as nothing evil
has the light of Valimar shining so bright.
They tried to ask his name and where did he came from, but he couldn't say
what his name was and how did he came from beyond the western sea, so they
gave him the name Narril, the shining fire.
He lived years amongs the elves, observing and learning what had happened and
what could have brought him there.
It happened suddenly one day, it was spring and time of growth. He passed out
and fell, lying unconsious for hours.
He had a sudden flash of the past during the unconsiousness. He was on some
kind of mission, sailing on a beautiful white ship, Valimar behind his back
and eyes fixed far to the east. He had a stressed look on his face and was
troubled by something. Ship kept sailing to the east for days and weeks.
Finally there was land in horizon but something was about to happen. Great
storm circled around it and thunder struck. The land shook and fell beneat the
waves when the ship was just about to reach it. Great dark cloud formed around
and engulfed the ship and blew it like a dry leaf towards east.
Mast broke and fell on the deck, sails ripped into shreds. Hull moaned under
the gale and eventually everything went to pieces.
He woke up and knew what he was supposed to do. He gathered his belongings and
prepared for a long journey. He knew that a great evil, his final advesary,
had been the dark storm. He had heard rumours for some time about evil doings
far to the north, orcs roaming the lands and refugees arriving to settlements
telling of horrible stories and evil acts.
The elves were sad for him to leave, but understood the meaning about this
journey. They asked him to stay for a little while and wait for a feast to
celebrate the midsummer and promised to help him in any possible way. So he
promised to wait for a while, but was anxious about the future. He used almost
all the time studying the elven literature and tried to query those amongst
the elves skilled in the knowledge of the past, but it didn't make him any
less worried. He learned that Sauron, the great evil he was searching for, had
returned to his old kingdom of Mordor and was spreading evil all around.
Early the next morning, before the sunrise he left with a feeling of hope and
joy in his heart. The feast had been great and given him much needed
relaxation from the problems.
One of the elven scouts guarding the land stopped him and asked him to come
with them.
Leader of the scouts lived with a small group of those devoted to the guarding
their lands and rarely stayed in one place, always on the move, Galendar was
his name.
Scouts had their set camp in a small clearing and Galendar was sitting on the
grass, legs crossed. Narril sat down on the grass and asked what troubles him.
Galendar was worried because the orcs had started to infiltrate their lands
and predicted that this would lead to open war eventually. 
Galendar wanted to help him and few of the scouts wished to join him but he
decided to avoid the sight of orcs and travel lightly equipped and fast so he
went alone.
Galendar joined him for couple days and when they reached the forests edge,
Galendar took off his cloak and gave it to Narril, took his hands into his own
and stood there for a while, releleased his hands and wished him safe journey.
There is little to tell about his journey in the south, long walks and little
sleep without campfire, only sky as a roof.
He went through southern Haradwaith avoiding all settlements and villages and
through Khand coming closer to lands of Mordor each day.
All kinds of lesser evil beings and orcs roamed about. He had to take great
care and avoid all encounters with them.
It took two painful months to pass through the land, walking only during the
couple well lit hours and keep away from every keen eye, hidden under the
cloak Galendar had given.
Finally he arrived to the eastern Rhûn and no-one had seen him. He still took
great care while moving, there was orcs, altho in smaller groups, wandering
around the lands.
He stayed by the sea of Rhûn for couple months, resting and thinking how and
where should he go now.
He decided to head north, to the Iron hills. He wanted to know more about
dwarfs and hear the recent news.
Dwarves first had doubts about him, but they learned to trust him during the
years of his stay there. He didn't show his true nature to anyone there and
lived quietly, helping the dwarves if they needed him.
He learned much about what was going on and he didn't want to show himself to
Sauron and his evil henchmen, wich roamed all around in search of those
opposing their master.
He moved swiftly beyond dwarven settlements and headed towards the Mirkwood.
After couple weeks avoiding all contact he arrived to eastern limits of the
forest and finally had a rest under the cover of the trees for a night.


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