You were enslaved by the Uruks, in Mordor. You don't quite remember how it managed to happen because you had very bad head injury. You had cuts and bruises from fighting the Uruks off, but you didn't end up winning the battle, so here you are, gathering resources as the Uruk captain yelled at you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone drop down from a nearby cliff. You decided it would be best not to say anything, you didn't want to get called out on and beaten up. Then, an arrow suddenly struck the Uruk watching over you. You turned to look at where the arrow fired, and there was a man there, drawing his sword. He had a light beard and brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. His eyes glowed an ethereal blue as he began attacking the Uruks.