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When
the wall blew, Orophin should have been killed outright... but
he wasn't. Instead, the dark magic used to create the explosion
grabbed him, and threw him into a strange and dark realm. Injured,
confused and scared, Orophin tried to find out what had happened.
When he stumbled upon a camp of men he did not run, hoping they
would help him.
It
was a mistake. Seeing that he was not mortal, they first took
him as a gift from the gods and tried to make him do magics for
them. When he could not they grew angry and some wanted to sacrifice
him, but they realised his strength and put him to work in their
lands.
Eighty
years he remained there, often chained and with barely enough
food and water to keep him alive. Punishments came for the slightest
infraction and he learned to dread the sight of the leader's whip.
After
eighty years, a rival tribe of men attacked those he was with,
taking them by surprise and killing most of them. Orophin hoped
to be set free, but they saw him as nothing more than a spoil
of war, and used him for their own work.
Twenty
years later, Orophin was chained in his small tent when some of
the men returned with haul from a raid. By sheer luck, a knife
dropped from one of the bags. Orophin hadn't moved so fast in
years. He shot out, almost choking himself as he stretched the
chain, but he reached the knife. The next day, when they came
to take him to the fields, he killed the men before him and ran.
Desperation
gave him speed and the others were unable to catch him. He fled
far away, vowing never to approach a mortal again.
He
took refuge in caves, mountains and forests, keeping away from
all others. However, he missed his home and family beyond measure
and started to seek a way home.
Years
stretched out before him, yet still he remained trapped. He feared
even to die, not knowing if his fea would find its way to Mandos'
Halls from this strange place. So he kept going, always searching
and hoping, despite his loneliness.
At
last his patience was rewarded. He came across a wizard of this
world... a wizard with the power to send him home. Though fearful
of contact with another, his desire to be home was far greater.
He made a bargain with the wizard to aid him in finding items
he needed for spell and magics.
It
took another twenty years for him to complete his tasks. However
the wizard was true to his word and two thousand years to the
day since Helms Deep, he sent Orophin back to Arda.
Making
his way back to Lothlórien, Orophin wondered what he'd
find. He knew nothing of the fates of his brothers. To his delight,
Lórien still stood and though changed by time, his home
was still there too. Before long he was standing at the door,
staring at the place and the people he'd not seen in centuries.
Rúmil
and Haldir greeted him with surprise and delight, having long
since given him up for lost. Returned from Mandos Halls, Haldir
had worried when his brother had not been found amongst the living
or the dead.
Though
it would take time, Orophin's healing had finally begun. Safe
home once more he could finally start to rebuild his life and
learn to live again, free from fear, loneliness and pain.
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