After all I have seen and heard I have decided to write a journal hoping that if I fall in battle it may prove useful and that someone may gather information from it.I will start at the turning point in my life,The battle of Edhelion.I was overjoyed when i was told that i could take up arms and fight for my people,that is before i had a taste of battle,before I heard the screams of pain and had witnessed those who i loved and cherished fall in battle,then it overtook me.The first time I actually took up my bow and fought in battle was at the fall of Edhelion.The enemy had made there advance into the city and there numbers were far greater than ours,though we did not let that stop us it only drove us further,it drove us to show the Dourhands that the elves would not go down without a fight.A few of my companions and I were making our advance toward the front gate hoping that we could slow the dwarves and goblins from entering,then we found that it was not only dwarves and goblins we had to worry about,but there pet a snow troll as well.When all hope was lost and the gate came crumbling down lord Elrond of Rivendell came to our aid and had slain the troll single-handedly.With Elrond at our side we made our way to where the cause of all of these troubles were,a tower that held ancient artifacts that the dourhands wanted there hands on.We then found a friend of ours who was being confronted by Scorgrimm,the very dwarf that led the attack on our home.In a last effort our elven friend brought the walls down not only on Scorgrimm but himself as well,but his death was not in vain for with his courage and bravery he had ended the troubles of the dourhand and brought peace to Edhelion,or so we thought.In our effort to stop the dourhands advance and to save our city,in the end it was only destroyed and left in ruins and it is so to this very day,resting there as a landmark frozen in time to remind us what we had fought for and what we are still fighting for.