Algoz

As long as there is bamboo, there will be arrows.

In the ancient days of Middle-earth, when shadows still
spread across valleys and mountains, there lived an elf 
named Fenris, of the lineage of the Noldor. His name was 
whispered like
distant thunder, for wherever he walked, hope was reborn
and enemies trembled.

Fenris was a legendary warrior. He wielded his blade
in battles against orcs and creatures of darkness, led 
impossible missions, and defended realms that would have 
fallen into oblivion without him. 
Many bards sang of his courage, and even mortal kings 
revered him as a hero.

But after centuries of struggle, Fenris’s heart 
grew heavy. He had seen friends fall, cities burn, 
and dreams vanish into the wind. Then, on a clear night 
beneath the shining light of Eärendil in the sky,
Fenris laid his sword upon a white stone and walked 
alone into the deep forests.

He was never seen again. Some say he found a hidden 
valley where time dared not enter, and there he rests 
in peace. Others believe his spirit merged with 
the roots of the trees and the stars that 
had always guided him.

And to this day, when the wind moves through
the ancient canopies, some swear they hear a whisper: 
the silent song of Fenris, the warrior who chose rest.

- In tribute to my mentor,
whose wisdom lights the path I walk.