magic is like the istari and for them alone i have only a small skill with healing and it is barely enough to tend surface wounds though many of my kin have higher skill with it
yes we swore to iluvatar and called the ever lasting dark upon us if we do not keep it and we are cursed for it by the words of mandos himself i remember the oath as if i swore it but an hour ago and the doom laid upon our heads as if it were spoken but five minutes ago tch such treachery set upon us for leaving a gilded cage and avenging injustices done unto us
i am a scholar's son my father had no skill with weapons though he was the first to craft them though all his sons are soldiers save one my brother maglor who is the poet
we have a word estel and it means hope the highest hope even the darkness cannot destroy there is always estel