I am Elenya of Forlindon. I am 600 years old, very similar in features to my cousin Arwen. I am skiled with a bow, and also carry a sword. I ride a black stallion named Ore. My father, leader of the Elves at Forlond, had sent me to Lorien with an private message and a small band of men, because he was worried for Celeborn and Galadriel. I was attacked on the way there, by orcs, and the message was intercepted, and all my men were lost. I was stabbed in the leg, hence my noticible limp. I recovered in Rivendell, and am making my way back to Forlond, and currently am at Weathertop.
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