Élwyn

Élwyn of Aldburg grew up in the Eastfold of Rohan not noble, but raised with discipline. Her mother wanted a quiet daughter. Her father, a former rider of the East mark, trained her with sword and spear behind the stables. She didn’t speak much, but she learned fast. By her teens, she was patrolling the hills beyond Aldburg, a city near the White Mountains. Not for glory to protect it. Uruks were still seen after the fall of Isengard roaming in bands, hunting stragglers, raiding farms. She made it her duty to hunt them first. If she saw them, she killed them. She stops travelers near the city. If they’re harmless, they pass. If they lie, or pose a threat, they die. Simple. Efficient. She doesn’t trust Elves they’re strange, too perfect, and hard to read. But if they stand against the same enemy, she’ll fight beside them without question. She doesn’t care about praise. She rides because no one else will do it right and because if Uruks come near her city again, she’ll be the one they meet first. And last. P.S. I don’t know anything about The Lord of the Rings. I’ve only watched the movies. I don’t know the lore or the books. I just made this because someone wanted me to so I thought, why the hell not? If something’s off or wrong, eh, I’m sorry. Like I said, I don’t know anything about The Lord of the Rings.