Charles grew up with the Elfic General : Pierre. They trained together, fought together and went together make little night riding with their horses. Charles had always found Pierre almost ethereal with his Icelandic blue eyes, sharp features and fluffy brown hair. He was stunning everytime he did something. They always did thing together but when Pierre tried to go in Eregion to save Celebrimbor from Sauron with their trusted soldiers, they had been separeted, Charles being send back to get help from the elves army to fight against Orcs. After hours and almost days of negotiations with the high King Charles had rode with the elves army. They had charged on the army but stopped when the orcs showed in a cage : Pierre. Charles had panicked and stopped all the horses with an order because he couldn't hurt the mighty general. And because of that, Charles had accepted Adar's convocation in the orcs camp. He was sitting on the chair at the other end of a long table. He was wearing the white armor and they had took every weapons off him and his second Lando. Pierre had been chained to a piece of wood of the tent and his cheek had been cut. His white armor almost turned grey. Charles gulped and said "What do you want ?" He cocked an eyebrow toward Adar and played with the hiden ring. "I want the fucking ring of power that Sauron gave to Pierre. Else tomorrow, your general's head will be on a spike." Adar threatened. He turned to an orc "And if Pierre open his mouth, cut his tongue."