Blog #4 - Character Bio

I was born beneath the shadowed eaves of Neldoreth, in the realm of Doriath, where the great forest sings with the memory of stars. My name is Beleg, and I am also known as Cúthalion Strongbow, for my skill with the bow is unmatched among the Sindar. Yet I am more than a hunter or warrior. I am a servant of King Thingol, a warden of the marches, and a friend to the lost and the doomed. 

Tall I stand among my kin, with silver-grey eyes that have seen both beauty and sorrow. My hair is dark like the twilight woods, and my raiment is green and brown, woven by the hands of the Noldor and the Sindar alike. I carry Belthronding, my bow of black yew, strung with the sinew of the great beasts of the forest. At my side hangs Anglachel, the sword of strange fate, forged in the depths of Angband and gifted to me by Thingol himself. It is a blade of iron will, and it drinks the blood of those it strikes. 

I have walked long roads and watched the stars wheel overhead through many seasons. In the days of peace, I guarded the borders of Doriath, keeping the evil of Morgoth at bay. But my heart was never content to remain behind the Girdle of Melian while the world was beyond burned. When Túrin son of Húrin came to our halls, a child of Men, proud and fierce, I saw in him a fire that could challenge the darkness. I loved him as a brother, though he was mortal and I immortal. That love would be my glory and my grief. 

When Túrin fled Doriath, I followed him. I begged Thingol for leave, and he granted it, giving me Anglachel and his blessing. I sought Túrin through the ruins of Nargothrond and the desolation of Dimbar. I found him among outlaws, hardened and bitter, yet still noble. I stayed by his side, though he walked paths I would never choose. I tried to guide him, to temper his wrath, but fate is a cruel master. 

In the end, it was my hand that brough my doom. In a moment of madness, Túrin mistook me for an enemy and slewed me with my own sword. I died without bitterness, for I knew the shadow that lay upon his heart. My last breath was a whisper of forgiveness. 

I do not regret my life. I stood against the darkness, I loved deeply, and I remained true. If the songs of the Eldar remember me, let them say this... “Beleg Strongbow was faithful, even unto death”.