Momento Tempus

[Ignis Glaciesque]

The Mountains of Dawn, also known as the Orodrim Anoron, was where I grew up. Due to the wars of the Undead a long time ago it was mainly uninhabited by travelers. Still, there were ruins from the war which remained. Some provided perfect hiding for one unwilling for his prize to be discovered by anyone. Within a tiny valley the size of a village, a long abandoned tower stood alone. A more primitive structure of elves, who knows which kind, this was much more simple than later designs. Quickly abandoned for the easier paths and main road cities such as Valinatal, this tower maintained strong architecture and served as the perfect hiding spot. This was Amon Fole, the tower of secrecy.

It was the perfect home, perfect hiding place, perfect prison.

Amon Fole was rather lavish inside. My master had made sure the top floor was comfortable. It had pillows, high class furniture, wardrobes and vanities. The master bed was my resting place, my place of refuge.

The second floor had the kitchen and some living space. I usually perused leisure on the top floor, thus I barely use the couches and seats there. I even ate my food on the other two floors. Still, the kitchen was the place where I prepared my own food. It served a simple but much needed purpose.

The bottom floor, and outside, were where I trained. I learned to fight there. Many weapon and armor were lined on the walls, many dummies and targets were set up. I trained in many things, melee to missile. Pole arms and stavs soon proved to be my go to, although I also knew how to use bladed and blunt melee weapons. I also proved to be a solid shot, using bows and crossbows and throwing tools effectively. Still, it never seemed to be enough to appease my master. At the age of eleven, I was training under his supervision as usual...