"You wear a mask, but you abandon it, perhaps to strike fear in our hearts," was the deep, rumbling voice from deep within the cave. A huge shadow, with a titanic sword on his back, had silhouetted the tiny amount of light emerging from within the shelter. Was it a beast? A monster? An unholy abomination against all mankind? Well, yes and no.

"Brave." The words, melodious and eloquent, continued to emerge from the cave. The huge shadowy figure was stepping into the light now, revealing itself to be the terror of the Tumult, Warlord No-Point. His own mask did little to muffle his voice, though all but his eyes, hair, and suspiciously rounded ears were covered. "But mistaken."

Eyes of grey assessed the intruder. Tall. Almost, but not quite, as tall as No-Point himself. But gangly. The warlord was twice his width. This child would break like a twig under his strength. And unwise! To try and strike fear into the hearts of creatures born in hell, raised in fire, and who had already slaughtered Kokiri warriors for nothing more than sport.

"Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask."