The slender girl had grown up in a rather isolated mountain village. The mountain itself was the property of the Dragon Hirsoesiss, and the small village generally attended to His needs. There was even a small mansion there, where the occasional dream or nightmare would stay while reporting to the dragon, before disappearing once more. The tiny human, from birth, was chosen to work within the walls of that mansion, taking care of the grounds, as well as the running of the household.
She was a fastidious girl, always neat and well-kept. Though shy to a fault. She worked hard, diligent in her duties, though the world was chaos around her. Eventually the small villiage was attacked, another dragon razing the houses, leaving them ash before he would go after his main target... Hirsoessis.. The town in ruins, many dead, or dying, the patron Dragon assumed dead..
The young girl would set about helping as best she could, tending to the wounded, helping to draw the dead to the temple.. And yet, when all was said and done, her life had been turned upside down.. There was no need for a girl with her skills in the small village that was trying to rebuild itself, and she had no family, no one to turn to.. Eventually she would merely bow her head to the inevitable and make her way from that razed little village, to find her place in life..
A small, slender girl, so easily missed amid the masses of more buxom nymphs or agile catgirls, she merely ghosted from town to town, finding nothing that would give meaning to her life, that would fill the void that fire had left within her heart. Eventually her travels would bring her to a lascivious little town along the northwestern coast of Belariath.. As usual she escaped notice, moving through that town, marvelling that so many races mixed so easily, Ogres, Wolven, Cat folk, she could barely keep count of all the different races she saw in the small walk through town, finding the sprawling little inn.
Slipping within that dim interior, those bright green eyes would widen, it was simply loud, the mewling screams of some girl being molested in a corner, the slender human's cheeks blushing as she would advert her eye, merely finding a quiet.. well.. less noisy.. corner in which to sit for a while. Out of the way. Oh the surprise when that pale wolven would practically comandeer her slender frame, dragging her from obscurity into the middle of a small group of his bretheren. Growling voices as they talked, the girl trying to find any way to get free, only to find herself helplessly trapped, and worse.. the main course of thier evening.
Several hours, exhausted, covered in thier various fluids, that trembling little human curled up into a ball, half under a table, hoping against hope that they were done and she might eventually crawl back into her safe little corner, sniffling softly to herself so as not to draw attention. Those same large hands that had dragged her from safety, would curl around that slender form, drawing her up against his chest, cradling that tender little frame. With the same determined air with which he had dragged her out, had used her, he would claim that slender form as his own. Soothing those shivering tears as he would carry her slender frame back to his own room, where she would stay..
Tiny girl, not terribly brave, and yet she had managed to ensnare that wolven just as surely as he had captured her. Her life suddenly filled with.. well Him. Taking care of the wolven when he allowed it, learning what he wished to teach. At his urging, the slender human had even taken an interest in caring for others, slowly leaning the trade of a healer, to nurture, to heal, to simply soothe those who came under her care, whatever race they might be.
Nearly a year of being lost, of living in darkness, from one moment to the next, scrounging for food, always moving.. and now she had found what had been lost. A home. A reason for being.. Greywind.