[Nimrothiel]

What is life but death;
an evil from our rebellious past.
It begins with our first breath,
and only ends at our last.

I was the half-elf who joined the Fellowship near the foot of Cahadras. My tale is never told, for I was cast out of Elrond's household. Mithrandir took pity on me, and allowed me to join the Fellowship. I had expressed a wish for them to end my weary existence, but he persuaded me to join a noble cause which would probably have death as the only prize. I remained with them as we entered Moria, I was there in the battle with the orcs. I met my tragic end when I threw myself in front of the fateful spear which would have pierced Frodo. Alas that I knew naught of his mithril coat! Yet I found peace in death, for do I not dwell here among you?