Piecing Together the Broken Puzzle
I never knew my parents. I’ve only been able to know them in the form of stories. Bits and pieces fitting together like a broken puzzle. There are some things that I know and there are other things that I know I will never know. Growing up, the elves would tell me stories of my heroic father and how he died fighting for our people. I have painted such a clear picture of it in my head. It has been said that he lasted a long time in this battle, only to lose in the very end. The humans had already lost, this was quite clear, but my father and my Uncle Hurin fought off the orcs until the bitter end. I can see him, my father, as the poisoned arrow pierces through his eye. The look that he gave his brother as he fell, knowing that he was never to return to his pregnant wife and never to meet his unborn child. My mother was not long for this world after that. The love of her life had been slain and so had her heart. After leaving me in the care of the elves, she made her wa...
