Character Submissions - Rivendell / Lone Lands / Bree

The fair valley of Rivendell, upon whose house the stars of heaven most brightly shone.
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Tavari Mahtamórë



Name: Tavari Mahtamórë, also known by the epessë Rávnissë (Lioness, Quenya) and the epessë Quasillaurë (Goldfeathers, Quenya). Was in Aman surnamed Roccotaurë (horsemaster, Quenya) by Oromë, but this name fell into disuse following the Flight, and she took up the family name of Mahtamórë when it came into being. Once called Gwaedhcerepen (one who makes oaths, Sindarin), but has never used this name.

Age: 7,746 in TA 3015

Race: Eldar; 1/2 Noldo, 1/4 Vanya, 1/4 Teleri

Arms: Glamor (Echo, Sindarin), the dirk once wielded by her twin brother Tásornion, though under his hand it was named Telperil. The great nameless sword of her youth from Fëanor's forge. Horsebow and arrows fletched with gold.

Appearance: Tavari is quite tall and very lean, her skin lightly tanned due to a lifetime spend out of doors. Her face is a bit narrow and very symmetrical, with full lips and bright periwinkle eyes. Her hair, the great quantity of it that there is, is a darkish, shifting, wheat-gold. Usually bound on one long plait.

History: Tavari was born in Aman in 1452 in the Years of the Trees, making her present age 7,476 (using the conversion factor of 9.58 found in Morgoth's Ring to account for the Tree years). She is the eldest Mahtamórë remaining in Middle-Earth, the only blood family she has here being her younger brother Maltahtar, whom she generally addresses as háno (brother, Q). Tavari's other sibling was her (marginally) younger twin, Tásornion. Their parents were Nolrua and Itila, and the Mahtamórë family, although they did not yet go by that name, lived peacefully in Tirion, Nolrua with a thriving business in trade. He was frequently patronized by a noble smith Ehtyaro, whose daughter Indilë would come to figure prominently in the Mahtamórë family history, and befriended by Fëanor and his sons. Tásornion and Tavari spent their childhood inseperably, running wild in the endless tracks of Aman, and acquiring the skills that would later serve them in martial life. And, in Tavari's case, avoiding marriage prospects like the plague. She preferred to hone her skill at archery and the husbandry of animals, particularly horses. She spent much time among the herds of Aman, learning the art of horsemanship as an acolyte of Oromë, who surnamed her Roccotaurë. The twins were grown by the time Maltahtar joined the family, and although childrearing was not high on her list of favorite things to do, Tavari watched him with good humor when called upon to do so, and loved him fiercely.

Tavari rode with the host of Oromë in Aman on the great stallion Fëalasso, gifted to her by the Vala himself, and there became acquainted with Tilion and Tyelkormo. Although she attended more than one ball on Tyelkormo's arm, it was his brother Carnistir that had caught her eye, although Fëanor's fourth son did not know it. He first espied her while the company of Oromë were riding abroad, and a chance encounter shortly thereafter brought them to their first meeting. Carnistir believed her to be a maia of Oromë or Yavanna, and did not believe her when she told him her name (Tavari meaning fey of the woods), and for some time knew her only as huntress. Over the following years Tavari became very close with Carnistir and the Fëanorions and their circle of friends, including Herugon, who would later become the champion of Thargelion. Although Fëanor did not at first approve of Tavari, she would come to earn his favor. During the flight of the Noldor, Tavari and her family followed Fëanor to Alqualondë, where they participated in the First Kinslaying. There she encountered the ancient Nelya Davos Seaworth, who spared her life after accosting her amidst the bodies of his kin. Tavari had ridden to Alqualondë on Fëalasso and during the conflict they had become separated, but Fëalasso returned to her just as the Noldor were fleeing to their ships. Knowing the journey would be long and crowded and treacherous, Tavari sent the stallion away, breaking her bow over his haunches, before being dragged to a ship by Tásornion.

At Losgar, Tavari defied Fëanor and refused to participate in the burning of the ships, earning her a blow and the loss of his friendship. Tavari swore an oath then that she would have nothing to do with the quest for the Silmarils, but to prevent it from being fulfilled. Still she, Nolrua, Tásornion, and Itila traveled with his host, while Maltahtar, who chose to join Fingolfin on the Helcaraxë. During the Dagor-nuin-Giliath Tavari was gifted with her epessë Rávnissë, for the ferocity and subtlety of her combat. She was present at the death of Fëanor, but there was no reconciliation to be had. During this battle Nolrua also earned his epessë, Mahtamórë, which would become the family name. The family settle briefly at Mithrim, where they were reunited with Maltahtar but, unable to reconcile herself between the Fëanorions and they quest, her feelings for Carnistir, the displacement from Valinor and the unattractive prospect of domestic life, Tavari chose to set off and explore the new world of Beleriand, while Tásornion went to Tol Sirion to serve Finrod, and the rest of the family moved to Nevrast.

For some time Tavari visited Nevrast every so often, but the periods between her visits grew longer and longer, but she did come to know the young Almarëa. The Glorious Battle came towards the end of one of these long stretches, and although its end would see her reunited with Tásornion and Maltahtar, she first came into contact with another group of long-lost friends: the Fëanorions. Having got wind that the host of Maitimo was near, she sought him out and was welcomed into his force by the son of Fëanor, her longtime friend Edan Amrun, and many others who had fought at her side at the Dagor-nuin-Giliath. Maitimo's force joined with Carnistir's, and on the field of battle, Tavari and Carnistir met once more. The reunion with her family after the Glorious Battle was all too brief, for Tavari was not to know that they would be leaving Nevrast to go with Turgon to Gondolin. But during that time, Egalmoth ennobled Nolrua, bestowing upon his wayward daughter the title Lady Tavari Mahtamórë. She was, in fact, in Nevrast when the news of the migration to the secret city began to circulate and preparations were being made, but she refused to go and left Nevrast. Returning several days later, she found that the city had emptied, and had no idea where her family had gone.

During the time when Gondolin flourished, Beleriand lay under the Long Peace, Tavari spent much of her time in Thargelion, at the court of Caranthir, as he was then widely known. Away in the east, the Silmarils receded to the back of the common mind, and it was a time of peace and happiness. Although news of Thingol's ban had reached the area, and Sindarin was common knowledge, Tavari and her cohorts clove to Quenya amongst themselves and all friendly to their cause. The peace was rudely interrupted in FA 455 by the Dagor Bragollach, and after that the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Prior to the latter conflict Tavari's relationship with the Fëanorions had grown turbulent over their conflicting oaths and she separated from them, living frequently with Tásornion and his wife Indilë, her childhood friend, in Nargothrond. Despite this separation from the Fëanorions, Tavari had several meetings with Caranthir over the next fifty years. She fought in the Nirnaeth as part of a company from Nargothrond, and when Nargothrond was razed by Glaurung, fled with the rest of its inhabitants to Doriath. It was difficult for Tavari to reconcile with living under the hospitality and in the debt of Elu Thingol, but so she did, and came to know his grandson, Dior.

When Dior became king, Tavari pledged herself to the protection of the young peredhel, and so it was that she came to fight for him when the sons of Fëanor attacked Doriath in FA 506. In that battle Tavari became a Kinslayer for the second time, and loosed her final arrow in ultimately futile defense of Dior. Caranthir fell, and Tavari witnessed his final breath, before fighting her way to a withdrawl position as the battle turned in favor of the forces of the Fëanorions, and she fled with the rest out of Doriath. During this flight, Tásornion noticed his twin's deep and growing despair, and it is certain that without him, she would have withered and died. Before reaching the haven of Sirion, Tavari broke away from the host and sought out Maedhros, but he spurned her, naming her Gwaedhcerepen, and sent her away, with the command to never again take a king or a home. At Sirion in FA 508, Tavari was reunited with the rest of her family who had fled Gondolin, only to learn that Nolrua had been killed in the fall. Sometime in the past 400 years, Maltahtar (or Maltahtar, as he was now universally called) had married and fathered a son, Ruë. Ruë, however, had been spirited away to Angband by servants of Morgoth. Upon learning that her brother, at his wife's bidding, did not intend to go after Ruë, Tavari scorned him and made for Angband herself, reckless and careless of her own safety.

One rash and heedless elf accomplished what a protracted siege could not, and with a single goal in mind, Tavari was able to scale the side of Angband and descend into its bowels to pull Ruë from the pit of torment into which he had been cast. It was not the ideal first meeting between aunt and nephew, but Ruë's rescue and the journey back to Sirion forged a fierce and indelible bond between the two, and pulled Tavari back from the brink of despair. When finally they returned to Sirion in FA 515, it was to a family incredulous that they still lived. In particular, Maltahtar, who had been tying up his boat to the pier at the time, fainted at the sight of them and fell into the harbour. The family had more than ten years together during which Tavari mostly stayed put, her excursions lasting no more than a few days at a time. Then, in FA 529, the four remaining sons of Fëanor rained devastation on Sirion in pursuit of the Silmaril held by Elwing. Amrod and Amras were slain, and Tavari became a Kinslayer for the third time during this cruelest of the Fëanorions' attacks. Here she reunited and fought with Lantaelen, leaving him for dead upon the quay, not knowing he would survive a cripple. With the other survivors of the sacking, she made her way to Balar.

Tavari's rage against Morgoth and all the injustice and pain that he had caused her and those she loved was so great that as soon as word reached Sirion of the host of Valinor and the War of Wrath, she made ready to go and join them in battle. But she was prevented from leaving by the united front of her family, and in the end it was Tásornion's persuasion, and threats to chain her to the wall, which made her stay. After the War of Wrath had concluded, Itila chose to take a ship and return to Valinor. The second age began, and the remaining Mahtamórës all variously settled in Eregion. But Tavari continued her wanderings and explorations, although she was now frequently joined by Tásornion, or both Tásornion and Indilë, for months or years at a time. Things continued in this vein for nearly 1700 years and Tavari amassed a great knowledge of Endor and its realms and peoples and creatures, until Sauron demanded the Three Rings and was refused.

The Sack of Eregion in SA 1697 brought about the utter destruction of that realm, and what stability was left in Tavari's world. Tásornion, her twin and second half of herself, was killed by Sauron. Indilë was also slain, defending her husband's body, and the raging, burning force of her fëa departing reduced her own body to a shiveled husk. Mad with grief, she took up Indilë's post, killing with abandon anything that came near the two bodies until at the end of the battle she collapsed and could only be moved when Maltahtar dragged her from the field. He brought her to Imladris, where he established a family manse, but Tavari could not bear to stay. Abandoning her sword and bow, she left in the night without a word to anyone, taking with her Tásornion's dirk, Telperil, and Indilë's great spear, Mornassë. It would be 4,757 years before she returned to Imladris, or saw her brother again.

During her exile, Tavari ranged far and wide. At times she would pause, even staying in some locations through several lifetimes of men, but always moving onwards. Several times she encountered Maglor in his wanderings, and through their mutual loss, a reconciliation was formed and friendship reborn. Only twice did she linger in the company of those she had known, during this period: in TA 23, Ruë was exiled from Imladris for the injury he caused to several fellow elves who had been attempting to prevent him from searching for the missing Almarëa Mordollwen. In TA 80, his message reached Tavari and she traveled north to meet him where he had ended his search for Almarëa, to take him under her wing for the remainder of his exile. Maltahtar nor anyone else knew of Ruë's sojourn with Tavari, and after he returned to Imladris in TA 123, they kept in secret correspondence, more frequently than the occasional letter that had found its way back and forth between them in previous years, the only contact she had maintained with any of the family. Then, by chance, in TA 257, two thousand years into her exile, Tavari was stumbled upon by Almarëa on the edge of Greenwood the Great, where she was dwelling at the time. They shared in an adventure before parting ways, and would not meet again until both returned to Rivendell. In TA 3004, word came from Ruë that he had decided to sail West, and Tavari hastened north again. She met with her nephew to say goodbye at the Grey Havens, away from the eyes of the rest of the family, and departed swiftly thereafter.

But circumstances now seemed to be drawing Tavari irrevocably towards Imladris, and so, after nearly 4,800 years abroad, she returned, unannounced, to the vale. Maltahtar was overjoyed at her return, and although she found it difficult to settle in to life in the valley, Tavari was just as glad to see him, and to find out about his life and family changes since her departure. Immediately upon her arrival, Tavari caught the eye of Gellam the Fool, an ambassador and jester-on-loan to Elrond from Thranduil, and the two struck up a quick friendship and trust. Tavari joined with the Halcyon Guard, under Maltahtar's command, and although it was exceedingly strange for her to be taking orders from her little brother, she was very proud of what he had become. After nearly five thousand years apart, it is hardly surprising that Tavari and Maltahtar engaged in a number of minor (and some more major) squabbles as she settled in to Imladris life, but they rub along as comfortably as any two such different siblings can do. Despite her long absences, and Maltahtar's insecurities over his position in her heart, Tavari loves him more than life itself and would lay hers down in an instant to protect him. Together they are stronger, and the last of the Mahtamórës now defend Rivendell side by side.
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Name: Lúthien Mordagnir

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 25

Location: Rivendell

Appearance: Dark brown hair, blue-grey eyes

Personality: Lúthien is known for her courage, loyalty, ferocity, and passion. She is the most faithful of friends and fiercest of enemies, shaped by the losses of her past.

Weapons: She primarily fights long-range with a bow and quiver, but keeps a dagger for close-range combat.

History: Born outside Bree to Dúnedain parents, Lúthien was named for the legendary Elf lady of the First Age, of whom it was told her people were descended from. She was raised in the Breelands amongst her kin, and was taught stealth, combat, dueling, and archery.

When Lúthien was only fifteen, her parents were both killed in an Orc raid. She was raised by surviving rangers from the Breelands, until when she was eighteen, her journeys brought her to Imladris. She was adopted into the Mordagnir family, and while she kept her ties to her people, she settled in Imladris. She honed her skills as a defender of justice with both the Dúnedain who frequented through, and with the Elves of Imladris whom she came to see as family.

When Lúthien was not scouting or hunting, much of her spare time was spent in the libraries, or in the Great Hall, where she could immerse herself in history and lore.

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Born in SA 3261, the seventh child of Silvan elves

Home: Woodland Realm
Roles: historian, librarian, scribe
Interests: History, art, calligraphy, music, the natural world
Weapons: Knife, carried on belt in sheath; a Galadhrim bow when travelling
Pets: Alagos, a hot-blooded mountain-region horse, chocolate-caramel dapple with caramel mane and tail

History
Born in the spring of the year Ar-Pharazôn captured Sauron, Liriasîdh was the first daughter of Saedarein Sadoriell and Calanglass Tîrthandion. A happy child, with loving parents and six doting older brothers, Liria grew up in Oropher's Woodland Realm, sheltered from all that might steal the joy from her life - the schooling that the other elf maidens underwent was excused for her. She enjoyed the freedom of the woodland, with her mother teaching her forestcraft until she could move through the woods silent as a shadow, and her brothers allowing her to learn use their weapons and supporting her on those fledgling hunts. She learned to fish with spear and hands, quick as a cat, and her hoydenish behaviour was graciously overlooked as such items were traded amongst their acquaintances.

The momentous events of the Half-Elven and their mortal kin never reached her ears, and so when the Undying Lands were removed and Arda was changed forever in her fifty-eighth summer, there came a change over the young elleth. Where once her love of the outdoors meant stealing away with her brothers to while away her days, she now spent hours with her Ada, learning the scripts of the Elven languages he had once despaired of her ever being interested in. A formal request to the Master Librarian garnered a terse acceptance, and Liria began her internship learning how to handle the aged texts for the Master Scribes. In a century of careful observance, she began to learn the rudiments of calligraphy under the tutelage of Heniawen, the Elvenking's patient amanuensis, mastering the strokes with brush and quill until she was finally judged an expert in her own right, and allowed to reproduce the older manuscripts herself.

Liria's love of the forest did not dissipate, however, and after hours in silent study of the history of their People, it was almost necessary to, as her brothers would say, cut loose her ribbons. It was an odd saying, since she invariably tied her hair up to go out, but in her brothers' clothes, breathing the evening air and freed from her self-imposed academia, she did indeed feel that she had cut her ribbons. It was a ritual that only differed in which of her brothers was available, and if none were on watch or out with the patrol, then a family meal was the only hindrance to her escape - and that was not begrudged, for it was Naneth's greatest joy to cook, and their home was full of love.

Her eldest brother, Gîlmeren, found love in these solemn days with a gentle maid of Lórien named Cálëindonya, though he just called her Indo-nin. Their union was simple and beautiful, and though Naneth pretended to weep, Liria could see she was glad with her whole heart as the two said the words that bound them together. It was an occasion of joy - and indeed, none could be sad even as the two decided to spend some years in Lothlórien for the beginning of their life together.

Naneth certainly enjoyed chiding her younger sons for their lack of inclination to settle down, and it was with wicked amusement that Liria watched them edge their way out of the door, away from her lighthearted scolds. Of course, she also departed, lest Naneth's eye should light upon her and a worthy suitor should be found.

And so life went on. Cálëindonya would write and tell of Gîlmeren's exploits in rowing, or archery contests, proudly remarking that the love of her life was skilled beyond all else that wielded the bow. Since their littlest brother, Mistalas, was the acknowledged master in their family, it delighted them all that Gîl had made such a happy match with someone who obviously loved him.

It was the call to war that disrupted their lives. The call for warriors came, and came again. Their Elven Lord moved his army to Lórien. Left behind to guard the realm, the watch was desperate for able elves. Naneth once again took up scouting as a patrol leader, and Liria joined her, with many Elf-maids joining the Watch; it was a long and confusing time, with little intelligence coming through, and what did arrive was all ruination. The worrying spectre of history repeating itself made the abstract tales of heroism in the library more like doom-laden portents. And so it was.

Six sons had they until the Last Alliance, and that great war wrote a tale of woe on the heart of their dear Naneth. The song of her loss would draw no hearers in the great halls of the noble lords, as one-by-one her sons were lost, and she could not be comforted. Even Calanglass, returned from his post physically unscathed after Dagorlad, could not draw her from her weeping, and almost daily she faded, lost in her grief. Liria, unable to comfort her mother and suffering her own loss silently, retreated into the solace of the great Library with the reassuringly muffled sounds of aging parchment and the scratching of quills on those days she did not have to be on patrol. Once Sauron was finally defeated, and the war was over, the Woodland Realm would never be the same. Thranduil was now Elvenking, but wary and mistrustful, sickened by war and loss of life, and though many ellyn had returned, ellith now made up the shortfall in protecting the realm.

It was fully five months later that a herald came from Lórien, with good news from Imladris of wounded Silvan elves restored to health, and on that list, Calanglassion. Shortly after, scarcely daring to hope, the small family made the long journey across the mountains to the Last Homely House with a company of apprehensive Elves, all living their own private nightmares.

In the home of Lord Elrond, her mother and father began to find peace of a kind, for though Liria's eldest brother, Gîlmeren and the three youngest: Neledhuir, Barahaer, and Mistalas, had died on the field of battle, Lachlain and Galasael had merely been wounded gravely, and the healing arts of the Noldor had saved their lives.

Liria found herself wandering that evening, through the halls of Elrond's home to where the shards of Narsil had been placed on a plinth, Elendil's great sword shattered by the evil of the Dark Lord. Behind it, a great frieze was sketched out in magnificent style ready to be painted, detailing the defeat of Sauron, the great enemy. It was some moments before she realised that she was observed; carefully, she uncurled her fingers from the tight fists she had made, consciously relaxing her shoulders. As if she was unaware of her observer, she had continued on, back to the Hall of Fire, where the darkness hid her tears as the laments for the fallen played unceasingly, beautifully, throughout the night.

Grief was unbounded, in those early days of the Third Age, and those who had no other place to go had a home created for them in Imladris. Many stayed but briefly, choosing to depart West, but others settled, finding a home and family in Elrond's wide protectorate. When the rest of her family returned to the Greenwood, Liria begged leave to go to Lórien and see Cálëindonya.

As Elves from the Golden Wood were returning there in a great company, her parents acquiesed, and though she knew no Elves in the caravan, there was camaraderie in the delicate songs chosen to lighten the journey, so she did not feel lonely. It was good to have some time to herself, and if she wrote pages of flowing script in a neat hand, no one was bold enough to ask about them. The journey passed by in a heartbeat, and soon enough the mellyrn of Lothlórien arrested her attention so much that she could not have retraced her steps through the wood. It was a member of Cálëindonya's family that eventually found her communing with golden leaves, and delivered her to the welcome talan.

Cálëindonya, beautiful in grief, arrived shortly with two children in tow. A brown-haired girl who stared up silently at Liria, and a younger child, maybe five at the most. The ellith embraced as sisters, and then introductions began. Galugîliel had been conceived before the war began, but with Oropher's army in Lórien, Gîl had been able to stay with his family for a great deal of time, and, as it turned out, conceive another child. Merenhîl, known generally as Meren, had been born after the great Alliance had departed, and had never been seen by his father. Once she had received the awful news of her husband's death, she had been afraid to contact her husband's family, fearing rejection.

Liria, greatly incensed, hugged her more fiercely and extracted a promise to come live in the Woodland Realm, just as they had planned to, when she and her brother had first been married. Barely a year later, Cálëindonya had prepared her family for her travel north. Liria had prepared also.

Saedarein Sadoriell, mother of four dead sons, had nigh faded in her grief. In receiving two of her sons, alive and well at the hands of Lord Elrond, this had been partly eased, but she had been, she knew, over-protective. It had been a wrench for her to let Liria go, but she had done so, for the sake of her daughter-in-law, but when she received the lengthy missive about her firstborn's children, it drove all thoughts of leaving these shores from her mind. Once she knew they were coming to stay, her broken heart started beating anew. Before long the whole realm was echoing the good news of Gîl's family coming to Mirkwood, and before they arrived, a home was built for them, decorated simply in the Silvan style.

The Elvenking, whispered to be unimpressed with strangers in his realm, was nothing less than polite and welcoming to the grieving widow, so doubts melted away. Cálëindonya and her children moved in, bringing much-needed laughter to a people ravaged by grief. In the next few years, many children were born to the Sindarin and Silvan Elves of Mirkwood, and as time went on the weight of their loss grew a little lighter, though they withdrew from the outside world and all outside ties; it seemed almost as if the outside world forgot them too.

It was in this era of isolation and distrust that Liria announced that she wanted to go to Imladris to study.
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Alagon


Name: Alagon - 'rushing, impetuous,' Sindarin

Age: 6,595

Race: Sindar

Appearance: Not overtall, a middle-sized ellon with a solid frame, wild reddish hair, a ruddy complexioned angular face, and bright blue eyes

Arms: None, unless you count the strongest blackberry wine in Endor

Pets: Gliri, a robin

History: A descendant of Nandor, Falathrim and the great-grandchild of a Noldo, Alagon was born in Imrath Enedarad, the secret haven of Noonvale in Ossiriand in FA 450. He fled south with his family during the War of Wrath and joined with the host of Oropher, eventually traveling to Greenwood the Great, where the Woodland Realm was established. Though he is disinclined to violence, Alagon fought in the War of Elves and Sauron, and distinguished himself in the Battle of the Gwathló. By valorous conduct he succeeded in saving the life of Lord Elrond in a dire moment, though this resulted in his own severe wounding. After the war he returned home to the Greenwood, but soon traveled North again at Elrond’s invitation and abode in Imladris from that day forward. His trips to Mirkwood were frequent and at times extended, but from then on, Rivendell was his home. There he established the Abad Gelir, in the hopes of living out the rest of his life in peace.

Although they are in actuality third cousins, due to sharing great-great grandparents, their age difference, and nature of their relationship, has led Gellam the Fool to regard Alagon as his uncle, and Alagon the fool as his nephew.

It being the greater part of his makeup and knowledge, Alagon identifies himself as Sindarin, but treats with equal felicity all kindreds of elf who cross his path.

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Name: Firerose Arien
Gender: Female
Age: Let's say 3400
Location: Imladris

Appearance: Not as tall as some of the other elves, but physically very fit. Dark purple hair, dark eyes, tan skin. She much favors clothing that she can move easily in, and is no stranger to armor. She'll don the pretty gowns for formal occasions, but from day-to-day, find her in Elven sportswear ;)

Personality: A veteran of the late war(s), she has to process her feelings of trauma as she lost a very close friend. While she enjoys training to fight, actually having to do so has left a very sour taste. She still loves to travel, though, and will be frequently found in other regions of Middle Earth. When not fighting, she enjoys reading and writing, and is very involved in the Bard's Guild of Imladris. She also enjoys crafting new clothing. She makes extra effort to befriend travelers who come to Imladris, as she believes diplomacy is key to avoiding further conflict. Not so sure about that whole immortality thing, though.

Interests: Fencing, clothing, reading, writing, the order of which vary on the mood she's in that day. She also really, really likes good fish dishes and good noodle dishes, and all sorts of sweets.

Weapons: A longsword is her primary weapon, but she's at home with any type of blade, even a dagger. She can use a bow and quiver, but doesn't train that use with as much regularity.

Pets: A small dog and a kitten. Actively seeking more.

History: still working on this but the tl;dr - an idyllic childhood and life shattered by the late War of the Ring, where she lost a close friend who fell in battle. Her skill with a sword has been developed over many, many years of practice.

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Name: Feanedhell
Gender: Male
Age: Born in the first age
Location: Imladris
Appearance: Tall and lean, blond hair of the Elves that lived with the Valar, green eyes and a winning smile, he is mostly seen in comfortable clothes while in Imladris, but when training he wears a warrior gear that he is clearly used to wearing.
Personality: He is a calm man, and a pleasant one too. His long life and the many conflicts he had to live through have not dimmed his sense of humor and his love of life.
Interests: His main interest lies in crafting, and building. He has had a hand in building many of the places in Imladris. He can also often be seen spending time with his friends drinking and singing.
Weapons: The bow and sword are his weapons of choice, being adept with both.
Pets: A falcon
History: Born early in the first age, he followed the his people to the islands in the west when they first met the Valar, he lived there until the Noldor travelled back to Middle Earth. He was among Fingolfin's host that travelled the Helcaraxë and stayed with his king for many years until his death. He then joined the kingdom of Gondolin until its fall, and finally ended in the Havens of Sirion where he lived until the sundering. He wandered for many years after that until he settled in Imladris where he met and married his wife Telepwen.

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Name: Rior Laegiel
Year of birth: S.A. 1127
Age: 5321
Race: Silvan
Place of birth: Mirkwood
Current home: Imladris
Appearance: Rior is about 6’5”, he has grey eyes and long blond hair which he has let down. He's athletic and has a muscular body and has lightly tanned skin. He usually wears robes of light grey or light blue color.
Family: His late wife Olly (killed on a mission with the Halcyon Guard), the Laegiels, Lilith Calion (a close friend who he considers family) and his sister-in-law Maura Dunami
Animals: He kept Olly’s horse Siolfor as his own and a Mirkwood forest cat (Lady) who adopted him.

Personality: can be stubborn and honesty is very important to him. He is kind and usually calm (often the quite opposite of Olly’s impatience) but can be quick to anger if he thinks it’s justified. He can be absent-minded at times and misplaces things from time to time, something that used to make Olly laugh lovingly while she found it for him as she usually had a better idea of where the things were than he had. Rior used to be optimistic and have a bright outlook on life, believing that everything would work out for the best no matter how grim things looked. But after the death of his wife, his view of the world changed and he’s not as jolly as he used to be. Even though a few years have passed a part of him still mourns her loss.

Interests: He has a love for all animals and enjoys spending time in the nature. He enjoys reading books, cooking and spending time with friends and family.

Skills: He is a good cook and an experienced fighter.
Weapons: A longbow and twin sai. Half of the arrows in his quiver have light green arrows and the other half has light grey almost white feathers. The reason for this is because the quiver holds both his own arrows and Olly’s arrows.

History: As a young ellon, growing up in Mirkwood in the second age, Rior often dreamt of exploring the world and seeing new places. Meeting new people. Not that he wasn’t happy in the forest but there was a whole world outside the dark forest that waited for him. Wanting to improve his fighting skills before going out into the world, he joined the forest guard as soon as they would let him. But only a few years later he sustained severe damage to his left leg and sword arm while fighting off spiders from the borders. Though there wasn’t any permanent damage thanks to the skilled healers that treated him and Rior stayed with the guard for some years before le left the ranks to follow his dreams of exploring the world outside the forest.

His first week in Imladris he met Olly and her sister Anárië during and early morning walk through the valley. Olly was hesitant at first but with her sister's encouragement she started spending time with Rior and eventually they developed a deep friendship and before either one of them knew what had happened they were in love. They married in TA 2749 and have two daughters together but their happiply ever after didn't last forever as Olly died in 3014.
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Gellam the Fool


Home: Mirkwood, currently resident in Imladris

Race: Silvan

Age: 4003; born SA 2452

Appearance: From Hall of Fire: "A tall, lean ellon hurtled in, arms flailing, long mahogany hair whipping out behind him as he spun to face the doors, which he quickly shut behind him. Holding them closed, he pressed one ear to the door and listened as footsteps pounded past, chortling. He was a Silvan elf, slightly swarthy of skin, with bright dark eyes and a clever mouth that now twitched with merriment.... His garb was somewhat less than formal, a rustic jerkin of russet, belted at the waist, with a row of buttons curving up from waist to throat, though the top few were now undone with a flap of the jerkin handing down. From beneath the jerkin protruded the full sleeves of his butterscotch colored tunic, gathered into brightly embroidered cuffs at the wrist, and his breeches were of dark green, disappearing into the tops of his tall, soft boots. A long baglike brown cap surmounted his head, holding fast just above the brow, so that his hair disappeared beneath it and emerged again from beneath its fold, from which hung a small bell, on the opposite side."

Personality: Effusive, outgoing, upbeat, and eternally humorous. Gellam delights in loving everything and everyone wherever possible. When the occasion calls for it, he can be conventionally serious, but prefers to get his point across in a more jovial manner, often couched in rhyme. And incredible intelligence (and an addiction to sweet things) lurk beneath his cap. Loyal, courtlike, hates goodbyes.

Interests: Pastries, sweets, wine, and song.

Arms: Although he is adept in a good array of arms, Gellam prefers a fearsome (occasionally derided as 'ridiculous') Lochaber axe. It is a vast polearm that is half axe and half hook. When stood up straight next to him, the steel-capped pole of the weapon is taller than Gellam himself, and the wide blade of the axehead continues straight upward until it reaches its second rivet at the top of the pole, where it curves wickedly, extending yet a further foot above the top before reaching its needle-sharp point. Opposing the blade is a wide, curving hook that begins just below the top of the pole and extends up to the tip of the blade before curving back down in the opposite direction to come to its own point on the opposite side. Approximately thus, with a bit shorter pole and spiked butt.

History: Born in Greenwood the Great near Amon Lanc to Mormerildir and Lhindes. He is Thranduil's fool, but currently on loan to Elrond as an ambassador and serving him as both Fool and a soldier in the Halcyon Guard. Gellam's name is Silvan for 'jubilation,' reflective of his parents' elation at finally having a child. He was always quick and clever, and his uncle (actually third cousin on his mother's side) Alagon began to teach him the ways of music and song from a young age, while his father trained him in martial pursuits. Through both those relatives' positions, the former as the keeper of Oropher's cellars and the latter as a prominent warrior, Gellam was able to spend a significant amount of time at court and acquire excellent tutors. His voracious mind was both a pleasure and a vexation to them, for the speed at which he raced through texts and demanded more. Though extensive in his study of history, politics, and the like, Gellam clove most closely to great heroic tales and legends, and to the bardic arts. Along with this great intelligence and thirst for knowledge came a razor-sharp wit, and tremendous silliness and love of merriment... and pranks, and sweets, and wine, and beautiful ladies. Gellam had scarcely passed into adulthood when Oropher named him as his Fool- a title and position he readily accepted, and cherished. Though Gellam preferred his life at the court and in the trees to a martial existence, he served in Oropher's military force when it was needed, often at his father's side, and began to assist in the training of new recruits, as he had taken on the tutelage of children in the capitol. Gellam distinguished himself in the Battle of Dagorlad and Siege of Barad-dûr, but after the defeat of Sauron did not go to war again. He would later return to serving in the Greenwood's defensive force, but immediately following the dispersal of the Last Alliance, Gellam devoted himself to caring for his father, who had lost one of his legs below the knee in the Seige, and returned to his courtly, scholarly, and bardic life.

Not long after becoming king due to his father's death on the battlefield, Thranduil took Gellam as his Fool, as had Oropher before him. His long service had earned Gellam a great trust from the regnal family of Mirkwood, and he was frequently dispatched on errands outside the wood, to deliver news or engage in diplomacy. Life went on much as it had before Dagorlad for a long time, though the Emyn Duir grew more crowded, and Amon Lanc crumbled. In TA 1050 the Necromancer insinuated himself into the wood and built his fortress at Amon Lanc, and as his shadow penetrated, the forest began to be called Mirkwood, and the elves drew yet closer together for safety. When Thranduil set out for Erebor upon hearing that Smaug had been slain, Gellam accompanied him- but once it became clear that a battle was at hand, he was sent back to warn those who remained behind, and prepare for a potential attack should the battle be lost to the orcs and wargs. Though the loss of life was great, what would come to be known as the Battle of Five Armies was won, and in the aftermath, Gellam found much employment as a messenger and mediator between the elves, men of Dale, and dwarves.

One day, he was sent on a new assignment, as Thranduil's ambassador to Elrond- and as a Fool-on-loan, for it seemed to the Elvenking that Elrond was entirely too dour. Gellam took up the post cheerily, though it was of undetermined length, and took up residence in Imladris, where he also served in the Eldar Union Army, and after it disbanded, slid sideways into the Halcyon Guard, despite not being a permanent resident of the vale. It was after he had been in Elrond's service for many months that Gellam met Lady Tavari Mordagnir, with whom he immediately struck up a friendship- and an infatuation that he rather suspects might be more than a passing fancy, even if he isn't willing to admit it yet. **this history is incomplete and currently being updated**


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Name: Faylindë, but goes by Fay
Year of Birth: S.A. 1982
Age: 4473
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Mirkwood
Current Home: Imladris
Appearance: She is tall and slim, brown eyes and long dark hair that she got from her grandfather. Her skin is slightly tanned from spending much time outside.
Family: Istir (husband, dead), Leya (daughter, dead), Cavan (son) and Aerwyn (dsughter-in-law). Her parents has sailed west.

Personality: Strong-willed and self-confident. She's used to being self-reliant and has learned the hard way not to trust others. She can also be defensive. She doesn’t trust anyone she doesn’t know, especially healers, believing that trust has to be earned. She thinks that love is weakness and isn’t looking to make friends (but given time it’s not impossible to become her friend), preferring to keep people at suarm’s length. Whatever else she may be, Fay has never been a liar.

Weapons: Bow and arrows, twin Sai.

History: Being updated. Coming when ready.
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Nariel Eregwen



Name(s) : Her father named her Isildie for she to him was as the very moon, a light to hold to through dark hours until the sun would return. Her mother, despairing at her husband’s romanticism, named her daughter Nariel, the daughter of fire. For she had inherited her mother’s garnet tresses, and the carry of her proud Noldorin heritage. Later she would take the epesse of Eregwen, meant as tribute to her time spent in Eregion. But Erfaron named her instead Ercassie, the Quenyan equivalent of Holly, and he was the only one to call her so.


Heritage : ½ Noldo, ¼ Sinda and ¼ Nanda. 100% Moriquendi


Year and Place of Birth : 116 FA. In Vinyamar, Nevrast


Physical appearance : Nariel is adorned with a garnet crown of tumbling long red hair. Her eyes though are as soft blue as a field of cornflowers. Her features are soft and curved in gentle contours and her height is likewise lesser than her pure-Noldorin counterparts, for all that she has been diluted by her Teleri blood. Her smile though is perilously disarming, her laughter sincere and her glee for dressing up and grooming a thing close to an obsession.


Personality : Nariel is rarely serious, save about those things which others would deem frivolous such as parties and fine clothes. She conveys the lasting prestige of her time in ancient royal courtlife even when sashaying now, barefoot along the cool sands of Lindon. Ever fond of singing, dancing and all things to do with celebration, it takes much to bring her to despair. It has not been an easy journey for the girl to forge a life in the dangerous world beyond the walls of Gondolin, but she has not curled up into a ball and hid away (for too long). She can generally be relied upon to find hope, even in the simplest of things around her, and even when she ought to be more mindful of the perils abounding. She is fiercely loyal toward those she loves though it takes a lot to press her unto hatred of anyone. That said, once she has deemed you as her enemy, there is no forgiveness. Her doors are closed to you forever.


Family / Friends / Foes : Nariel was raised in the sanctuary of Gondolin as the only child of her devoted parents. Her Sinda father Lhosdir was an archer serving in the House of Swallow, when he was not tending to his little garden. Though he accepted the new name of ‘Laegon’ from his exilic-Noldorin acquaintances, his sister and mother were unhappily biased by the Law of Thingol, so opposed his marriage to Nariel’s mother and withdrew to Doriath. Nariel’s Noldo mother, Feapoldie, was an exile from Aman who had lost all but her brother, Tirindo, during the Helcaraxe, Largely traumatised and emotionally unpredictable, Fea blessed her ‘very exclusively chosen’ students with her personal teachings of dance.

Aranadhel was her mother’s best friend and a fellow Swallow, serving with Nariel’s father and Uncle, but lending lessons of language and history to young Nariel. His younger sister Aranel was Nariel’s best friend as children, but she sadly perished in the later Fall of Gondolin. Nariel’s cousin Culasso was another constant companion throughout her early life, until his death in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Nariel helped to babysit many children of their neighbours, but the child she took most to heart was Earaini Ohtarien, a motherless little girl whose widowed father Earculinta was another fellow Swallow, and an old acquaintance of Feapoldie from Aman. So oft did little Ohtarien spend time within their home, that Nariel claimed her as sister. When Ohtarien later came of age and enlisted with the House of Wing, Nariel was thrilled that their respective employers (Idril and Tuor) were wed, and the two ‘siblings’ thus remained close.

During the Fall of Gondolin, she was gathering medicinal herbs, and as many civilians as could be trusted, upon Idril’s orders to bring to the secret escape. During this frantic mayhem, she was rescued from her burning home, by a soldier of the Mole who was (unbeknown to her) a former lover of her mother. But Feapoldie did not survive the fire. Laegon fell in battle with the House of Swallow, and Nariel found herself orphaned, in the reluctant and unexpected care of an Elf whom most of the survivors despised and even more distrusted. Erfaron Silugnir later 'rescued' her from the Kinslaying at Sirion, although it has to be said that on this occasion her life was not in danger and her uncle Tirindo deemed it more an abduction of the young lady. During the squabble of whether to stay or to go, Erfaron was injured by Tirindo, and Nariel could not abandon him to succomb to his injuries. In her mind, she went where she was most needed, for Tirindo had his wife, Halyanis, and his friends. But Erfaron had no one else left but her. The unlikely duo then commenced a flight to Dwarvish allies in the Blue Mountains, and from there Eriador, utterly evading the War of Wrath. They remained for the ages that followed, a longstanding partnership, albeit with a strained friendship at (most of the) times. But Nariel never gave up however on what she believed was a 'rehabilitation' of the Mole, despite the mocking protests of Hatholdir Narroval, a fellow Maeglin-supporter of Erfaron's. The only other Elf in all of Middle Earth that Nariel dislikes even almost as much as Hatholdir, is a survivor of the House of Fountain, who goes by the name of Faeleithel; for she is the one time tormentor and nemesis of little Ohtarien.

When Nariel tired (frequently) of Erfaron’s nomadic existence and insisted upon visiting civilisation, she found her father’s estranged sister, Mallosel in Mirkwood, and/also reunited with Ohtarien in Eregion. There she revelled in the attentions shown her by Erfaron’s Dwarvish associates, and became close to another new friend, Airien Mereniel, who established a luxurious spa for solace in later Imladris. Similarly, in the Third Age, when she was in Lindon, helping to reunite Erfaron with his estranged mother, Silosse, Nariel met a handsome sailor named Tharmaras, and fell in easily with he and many of his friends. She married Tharmaras in 3000 TA and their twins, Anarondo and Caramirie, were born in 3007 TA.


Career/Accomplishments : Nariel was one of countless devout Handmaidens to the Princess Idril Celebrindal in Gondolin. During her time in service she observed the intricacies and etiquette of courtly life, including the subtle art of diplomacy and negotiation. She is an accomplished dancer, a gleeful conversationalist and an avid singer. After the Nirnaeth Arnoediad she led some of her fellow handmaidens in singing and keeping watch, consoling, holding hands of the wounded survivors, softly easing the passage of many to their deaths to be as peaceful and serene as possible. After the fall of her city, Nariel withdrew from public life for a long while as she wallowed in grief of her lost parents and home. Her efforts in 'civilising/saving' a Mole were further cause why she did not return to service.

During the Second Age, Nariel dwelt for several hundreds of years in Ost-in-Edhel, the capital city of Eregion, while Erfaron engaged in labours with the Dwarves of Khazad-Dum. There, in the heart of a truly cosmopolitan community, Nariel furthered her studies in designing and crafting fair clothing. After the fall of this, her second home city, she turned her mind toward furthering her skill in healing, although her contributions were largely as inspired by her maternal aunt Halyanis; to heal the spirit more so than the body.

By the Third Age, she had begun to hone some skills in archery and self-defence, at the hands of an excited Ohtarien and a hesitant Erfaron. She was determined to prove that she were by now able to take care of herself, without being babied. Though the fact of her soon after marrying one of the prestigious officers in Lindon, no doubt served as both a further motive, and the later means of her retiring from a very brief military career. Her role now is primarily the mother and teacher of her twin children.


Notable Canon landmarks : Nariel survived the Fall of Gondolin, the Kinslaying at Sirion Delta valley, and the Sack of Eregion/consequent First Siege of Imladris.


Weapons : Nariel does possess a very pretty sword, which she views largely as a fashion accessory and has never used in conflict. She bore a simple recurve bow and quiver during her brief time spent in the Lindon Guard. Her greatest weapons are of course her charm, an astounding knack to encourage others to protect her, and a distinct tendency to be underestimated by enemies, of which she has personally, very few beyond her race’s natural predators.
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Alkavarien Eilisquil Enfirion
Known as Quill

Birth: Born in the year FA 312 in Menegroth to parents of Sindarin descent.

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance: She stands at 5’11” and is of a slender build. She has pale, rosy skin with a spray of freckles across her nose and cheek. Her hair is dark gold, a bit like straw or honey in the sun. She usually wears it free around her shoulders or in a single braid, either down her back or over one shoulder. It is about as long as her waist. Her eyes are deep blue, like lapis lazuli. She prefers to wear simple, flowing gowns and coats, typically in cool colors.

Personality: Reserved and introverted, but friendly, compassionate, and authentic. She is slow to anger and quick to laughter.

Things that make her happy: Walks in the woods or any other beautiful natural setting, especially in the late afternoon or at dusk. Autumn at peak time and just at the end when November is settling in. Snow sparkling under moonlight. Curling up in a blanket indoors while the snow falls outside. Writing all day, getting lost in her own world, stories of her own imagining. Reading good books. Traveling and learning new things. Playing her harp and sometimes singing along with it. Helping people through healing and compassionate leadership. Gardening. Friends and family.

History: Quill was born Alkavarien Eilisquil Enfirion in First Age 312, in the caves of Menegroth, the youngest of four children. She lived an idyllic childhood protected in the Girdle of Doriath, coddled by her older siblings and collecting mushrooms by the underground waterfalls. Quill earned her nickname early when she became obsessed with keeping a journal, where she recorded all of her observations and everything she overheard. She showed a particular interest in shadowing the healers who ran the hospital of Menegroth, and she took notes on everything she learned inadvertently, then deliberately once she was old enough to become an official apprentice. Her brother, Belegon, the oldest of the family, was a warrior like their father. Meril, her oldest sister, followed the path of the scholar, and Rîn was the adventurous, exploratory type.

The peace of her childhood was ended when battle came between the Elves and the Dwarves of Nogrod. Quill’s family fled Doriath after Melian’s departure weakened the Girdle and took refuge in the Havens of Sirion. Their life would never be the same again, but they cobbled together a sense of happiness at Sirion. Not long after they arrived, refugees from Gondolin came to the Haven, and it was then that Quill met the Elf who would become her fast and longest friend, Ninqualossë. They were an unlikely pair, but it worked well, a healer and a warrior, and together they explored Sirion and enjoyed their youth. Unfortunately, it would not last. The Third Kinslaying did not spare Quill’s family, and Belegon was killed in the ravaging of Sirion. They fled with the other refugees once more, this time to the Isle of Balar, and then to Lindon, under Gil-Galad’s rule.

They dwelt in nascent Mithlond, grieving the loss of Belegon and putting their family back together. Quill’s mother, Lirianath, never found true healing, and shortly both her parents departed for the land of Aman. Quill and her sisters remained in Mithlond for hundreds of years, along with Ninqualossë, who became like a fourth sister to them. It was there that Quill completed her studies of the medical arts, and when Elrond traveled to Eregion in SA 1695, she went with his host, as did Ninqualossë. They retreated with him into the north, and helped in the foundation of Imladris, where Ninqualossë joined the Guard and became a watchful protector of the Valley, and Quill continued her work as a healer. They traveled together with the Last Alliance to the Battle of Dagorlad, where Ninqualossë fought valiantly and would have suffered a mortal wound if not for Quill’s skill. They returned to Imladris and Ninqualossë spent many years recovering from her wound, eventually restored to her position in the Guard.

Since then, Quill has spent most of her life in Imladris, working her way up the ranks of Adab Nestad, though she still traveled regularly to Lindon to visit her sisters, who eventually decided to join her in the sanctuary of the Valley. Meril conducts scholarship in Rivendell’s many halls of learning, where she met her husband, and has a mischievous young daughter, Veryamedliel, with whom Quill is very close. Rîn became a cartographer, explorer, and archer for the Rivendell Guard, and the three sisters still live in the Valley, safe from but watchful of the growing shadow over Middle-Earth. Quill is the recently-appointed Minestor of the elven hospital, and while she has never married, she is content with her life, and has never wanted anything more than what she has now.
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Father-name: "Maltahtar."

Gender:
Male

Age:
7,134

Location:
Imladris

Appearance:
Tall and strong, fair and blond. His eyes are shining blue.

Personality:
Aigronding is honest and kind, impulsive and valiant. He's fiercely loyal to his sister, their family, and his friends.

Weapons:

"Their arms were set with jewels that flamed in the light now over the sky.
Every shield of that battalion was of the blue of the heavens and its boss
a jewel built of seven gems....but an opal of great size was set in their helms."

- Tolkien, from The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin


"He was brought to the Gate of Silver...in a wide court paved with marble,
green and white, stood archers in silver mail and white-crested helms."

- Tolkien, from The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin


Valadring is the longsword of Aigronding's father, Erindan. The weapon's crossguard is set with gems which flame brilliantly in the sunlight as were all blades of Egalmoth's house in Gondolin.

Failawen is the longsword he wielded before taking possession of Valadring. It is hilted with gold and crusted lightly with rubies. This belonged to Elennáro's sister who died in the passing of the Helcaraxë during the Flight of the Noldor. It was given to Aigronding by the High Elf when Fingolfin's host knocked on the doors of Angband. Failawen is no longer used but has a place of honor above Aigronding's hearth at Linyamaril, the Mordagnir's estate in Linyamaril.

Sercënírë, a bone handle knife given to him by his father.

Celegdram is Aigronding's axe which Hrango made for him as a gift for saving his son's life in the Siege of Barad-dur and to replace the one he lost in the Ash Mountains in the War of the Last Alliance.

Over a bright ringmail hauberk does Aigronding wear the burgundy surcoat of his Rivendell militia, the Gryphon Battalion which is emblazoned with the sign of the lion-eagle of Aman, his father's emblem in the Undying Lands. In the armory of Linyamaril his silver mail and white-crested helm he wore as a Royal Guardsman in the House of the King and later the Swan Wing, defending the Gate of Silver in Gondolin, is on display. He wear the Heaven's Arc helm of his father which is set with a large opal and he still continues to wield Erindan's blue bejewelled shield of Heaven's Arch.

Pets:
"Hounds untold baying in the woods beyond the West
of race immortal he possessed; grey and limber, black and strong,
white with silken coats and long,
brown and brindled, swift and true
as an arrow from a bow of yew;
their voices like the deeptoned bells
their eyes like living jewels, their teeth
like ruel-bone. As sword from sheath
they flashed and fled from leash to scent..."

- Tolkien, from the Lay of Leithian: Canto VIII


Nimlos, the Snow White is a white wolfhound born in Middle-earth to Belegarm and Ristiel who are now both deceased. Nimlos often follows Aigronding into battle or on his hunts

Nimlos' brother is Yávië and he belongs to Aerlinn Mordagnir, Aigronding's adopted sister.

Nimlos is the mate of Polodren who is owned by Calselda Mordagnir, Aigronding's third child.

The pups of Nimlos have been given to Valion, Eilianthel, Aewrusca, and Luthien - all children of Aigronding and his adopted half-elven daughter. .

Sularan is his grey stallion.

History:

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Aigronding was born in the Undying Lands in the Years of the Trees, 1487, delivered by Annamíri in the same healing house where Roina was born hours later by the healer's sister, Annlin. His Noldo father was Erindan, a wealthy merchant of Tirion who married Aimira, a half-Vanya half-Falmari woman of Alqualondë.

Twin siblings he had who were older - Arasoron and Tavari. His sister often watched Aigronding and Roina at play and tried her best to keep them out of trouble; growing up, Aigronding felt closer to cheerful Tavari since she was warm-hearted whereas her strict twin Arasoron was taciturn. It would only be in adulthood that Aigronding and Arasoron would have a tighter relationship.

Roina's father, Panion, was a rich mason who built homes for the Noldor in the woods and fields with his construction guild. Roina's mother, Saira, was a loremaster of the Lambengolmer and a close friend of Aimira who was likewise a scholar. It wasn't just the mothers who had a closeknight bond but the fathers as well; Panion and Erindan, reckoned themselves as close as brothers so the children often spent time together. Roina's friendship with Aigronding eventually ripened into romance in their adolescence.

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"There were in Aman a vast multitude of creatures,
without fëar, of many kinds: animals or moving creatures,
and plants that are steadfast. There, it is believed, were the
counterparts of all the living creatures that are or have been
on Earth, and others also that were made for Aman only. And
each kind had, as on Earth, its own nature."

- Tolkien, from
The History of Middle-earth X: Morgoth's Ring

"They dwelt about the plains and woods of Valinor and they abode in the Calacirya,
and in the hills and valleys within sound of the western sea. Many of them went often
about the land of the Valar, making far journeys
in search of the secrets of land and water and all living things."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië


They were inseperable and wherever they went in Valinor, wandering its lush fields and verdant forests, they were together. The intrepid children usually brought the boy, Sarnirion, on their journeys of discovery when they weren't at play or being chaperoned by Tavari. Silosse, the lad's mother, wanted her lonely son to learn how to get along with others and Sarnir, the father, wanted his son to be around Fëanorian companions and to get on Erindan's good side for the selling of his sculptures. Aigronding and Roina would take Sarnirion on their adventures in their search of new unexplored territories and welcome him on their thrilling airborne adventures on gryphonback. The children would play games in the rose garden of Olmëlossë, Erindan's meadow estate, beneath the brilliant starlight within sound of the western sea.

But all good things must come to an end.


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"Shields also they made displaying the tokens of many
houses and kindreds that vied one with another."

- Tolkien, from
The Silmarillion:
Of The Silmarils and the Unrest of the Noldor

"Ever Melkor found some ears that would heed him, and some tongues that would
enlarge what they had heard; and his lies passed from friend to friend, as secrets of
which the knowledge proves the teller wise. And when Melkor saw that these lies were
smouldering, and that pride and anger were awake among the Noldor, he spoke to
them concerning weapons; and in that time the
Noldor began the smithying of swords and axes and spears."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion and the Unrest of the Noldor


During the Flight of the Noldor, Erindan chose the gryphon as his emblem and displayed the sign of it openly. Aigronding's family were members of Fëanor's host ; Aimira, unknowing that her leader would kill the Teleri, followed her husband. Before the attack on Swanhaven, Aigronding reasoned that joining Turgon's van among the people of Fingolfin would be a wiser course of action. He knew the prince was reputed to be a better person than his half-brother and that was why Roina's family went with him.

Aigronding didn't want to leave his family but he was afraid that an older High Elf named Hatholdir might find Roina. Hatholdir, whose symbol was a bat, had become enamoured of her although she was much younger than him. He often followed her in Valinor, angering her parents and Erindan's kin. Melkor had often told Aigronding that Hatholdir desired Roina which was strue but that he would do anything to keep her for himself, even hurting Aigronding which was false; Melkor suggested Aigronding strike him first for it was his wish to see Erindan destroyed. Melkor whispered to Linda Liantë, a singer who pined for Hatholdir and was jealous of Roina, saying that Erindan despised him. Linda enlarged Melkor's words of deceit, starving for attention, saying to Hatholdir that both Erindan and Panion were planning to kill him at the first opportunity in Beleriand but if that wasn't possible then they would defame him before Turgon. Tension between the three men thickened and Aigronding, purposeful and courageous, decided to leave his family to guard Roina.

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As Fëanor waited in grim mood, brooding grimly about what to do concerning the ships, Aigronding spoke with Erindan privately. He wanted to stop Hatholdir from taking Roina and asked him boldly for a weapon. Erindan had forged a dagger during the Unrest of the Noldor, the handle of which was fashioned from a kine bone and decorated with a teardrop ruby. He gave Sercënírë to Aigronding and assured his son that they would find him.

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Aigronding fled before Aimira or his siblings could be told of Erindan's permission. He endured the arctic torment of the Helcaraxë alone, nearly getting killed in his perilous search as he wandered through deathly cold mists and avoiding streams of grinding ice. He inevitably found Roina in a chilly cavern, following boot tracks which belonged not only to Roina but, he later discovered, Hatholdir and his companion, the mighty Hrango. The strong, imposing smith had roughly returned Hatholdir against his will back to Rog's host in the caravan before Aigronding's arrival. The Mordagnirs have not forgotten his heroism.

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Roina laid shivering and sobbing when Aigronding found her; she had run away from Turgon's group, hoping to find Valinor again but was lost in the frigid shifting vapors. She was terrified seeing Hatholdir's familar luminous blue eyes piercing the gloom as she wandered in frenzied desperation to get away from him until she found the this hill and its ice cave. Roina was furious when Aigronding made his shocking appearance and cursed him for a fool...before he silenced her ardent protests with a soft, deep kisss which she passionately returned. He sheltered her in his fur cloak to make sure she felt warmer until Lord Egalmoth and Lady Aredhel eventually came with Roina's frightened parents.

As Aigronding and Roina made their agonizing passage into Beleriand, Arasoron and Tavari and Erindan fought in the Dagor-nuin-Giliath. Because of his prowess in battle, proving his fell skill with bow and sword against the rampaging Orcs, soldiers gave Erindan a nickname : Mordagnir, the "Bane of Darkness." Erindan took this as his epessë which his family often used for theirs whenever they didn't use their own chosen ones or nicknames given to them.


The First Age


Aigronding came to the Gates of Angband with the great host of Fingolfin and struck its doors with the borrowed sword, Failawen, which belonged to the late sister of Elennáro whom he had befriended on the ice; Aigronding wielded the blade for centuries before his father's murder.

He stayed with Lady Aredhel who took temporary fostership of him until he could be reunited with his family at Mithrim so he stayed with Turgon's Exiles north of the Lake. When Hatholdir saw the dagger on his belt, he recalled Erindan bearing Sercënírë during the travel to Swanhaven. Then he truly believed Linda which was Melkor's intent; Hatholdir was certain that Erindan had planned all along to send Aigronding to murder him and wanted Hatholdir to know. He did not forget this. A seed of hate for Aigronding was sewn inside Hatholdir's soul.

It was there at the lake that Aigronding and Roina befriended the younger child Aerlinn, daughter of Nemir and the children forged a connection that would last forever.

Aimira Mordagnir was consumed with bitterness following the Kinslaying and wished to change sides which her husband agreed to; they found Aigronding and swore fealty to Turgon who was going to be King of Nevrast. Tavari and Arasoron chose to leave to determine their own fates in the world. Aigronding received a tender albeit bittersweet farewell from Tavari. Arasoron frowned at Aig but smiled wanly, telling Aigronding that a child wouldn't risk his life to save someone but a man would. He gripped Aigronding's forearm in silence and left with Tavari to whom he grinned at, walking into the sun rising over the glistening peaks of Ered Wethrin. Aigronding was destraught following the departure of Tavari and Arasoron but remained in irregular contact with them by letter and was overjoyed whenever they came to visit. Arasoron decided to serve Finrod who was going to rule West Beleriast east of the Falas so he made his home in Minas Tirith, the tower of Tol Sirion. Tavari travelled and was often in the company of the Fëanorians.


To keep his daughter safe and happy, Nemir gave Aerlinn into the custody of Aigronding's parents for he was to serve at the Tower of the Well and did not want his child anywhere too near the Siege of Angband. She was the first of many Mordagnir wards in the family's storied history.

The Mordagnirs relocated to Nevrast in FA 7 where Aigronding and Aerlinn were raised. They established a lasting friendship with a couple Elves named Alcar and Fanecu. Erindan became an important philanthropist and market overseer, helping Turgon and the chieftains to fix prices on interkingdom trade with the Falas and East Beleriand; the family became affluent and Erindan swore his loyalty to Egalmoth's House of the Rainbow. Aigronding received a warrior's training but studied mainly gardening and mining which would later benefit him and his family. Aigronding became best friends with Almarëa of the House of the Golden Flower and her twin brother Calanon ; he became close to Eärculintá of the House of the Swallow and Fareglín, his foster brother, and swore an oath to look out for each other to the ending of the world.


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"They must have come...from goblin plunder."[/i]- Elrond, from The Hobbit: A Short Rest


He had adventures at times with his friend Sarnirion, now called Erfaron, when Aigronding was old enough to begin serving in the Siege of Angband and alongside Roina who fought for the Rainbow battalion. As happenstance allowed in the absence of Sarnirion who was busy elsewhere, Hatholdir - now a gifted metallurgist, feared warwrior, and sworn to the Rog's House of the Hammer of Wrath - tried to kill Aigronding before he could kill him as Melkor had warned. He didn't mind targeting his friends or kin either which meant Aerlinn herself became one of his potential victims, even going as so far to make deals with Orcs, promising riches if they ended Mordagnir lives and those of their allies. Hrango however would get wind of the arrangements by some means and saved them in all manner of ways from the evil machinations of his best friend.

He served as a Royal Guardsman in the House of the King and nearly lost his life, battling the demon Kratos in the Glorious Battle and recovered slowly. He was betrothed to Roina shortly before Tavari came to visit the Mordagnirs in Nevrast. He was heartbroken when she told the family she would not be going with them to Turgon's new kingdom, wherever that might be. Tavari was gone by the time Turgon led his subjects to Gondolin, the location of which was a secret. He left Tavari and Arasoron a letter in Marilla Túrion, the family's beach estate, saying how much he loved them and his fervent hope they would meet again one day.

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Aigronding wanted to wait for his marriage ceremony, hoping Turgon would ease his edict of isolation, so Arasoron and Tavari could be at his wedding. Roina had grown restless however; she was envious of Fëapoldië who already had a husband and was pregnant. Aigronding married Roina in a public ceremony in the sacred square of Gar Ainion, the Place of the Gods, in FA 116. They waited a while to have a child, fifty years, to make sure the city of Gondolin was at peace for them to raise a family; Aigronding wanted to wait a century but Roina Mordagnir was adamant and thought her husband was being too cautious. Roina solidified her career with patronage from Erindan and Panion; she owned her construction/matienance business and, as an architect, helped to build the famous Gates of Gondolin. She didn't start designing tunnel mines until after Erfaron convinced her to for Maeglin but she had demands because helping Gondolin this way meant working with Hatholdir; Roina would only enter the mines if Erfaron or Hrango were present. Although he was now engaged to Linda Liantë of the Harp even just being around Hatholdir was terrifying and every night she went home disturbed but continued working her job for the good of her city.

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In the springtime of FA 166, the first of their children was born; their son's father-name was Malyondo and his mother-name was Valion which was more notably used. Nariel, Fëapoldië's daughter and handmaiden of Princess Idril, the couple trusted to be Valion's babysitter. The radiant, golden-hearted woman's merriment affected Valion who grew to be a joyous Elf with a good sense of humor which was just fine with Aigronding for it made him recall Tavari's zest for life.

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In the springtime of FA 395, Aigronding and Roina's second child was born as a rainbow appeared above the valley of Tumhalad following a morning of heavy rain. So Aigronding named her Helyanwë which signified Sky Bridge in the Quenya tongue and Roina named their red-haired daughter Eilianthel, meaning Rainbow Sister in Grey-elven in honor of Laegon's native speech. She became an energetic Elf-girl fond of the city life but her true love was with the mountains encircling Gondolin, the Echoriath, where she enjoyed hiking and hunting with her brother. Eilianthel was sworn to the House of the Golden Flower when she reached adulthood and Valion joined the House of the Pillar.

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Aigronding and Roina welcomed Meril Duvain, Arasosron's rescuer in the Glorious Battle, into their family in the year FA 316 shortly after the vanishing of Princess Aredhel. Aigronding wanted them to wait for her return so she could be at his son's wedding, but Meril insisted the ceremony proceed following the passage of several months without any sign of Aredhel. Aigronding was aggrieved by the disappearance of the princess who had taken care of him long ago and whom he had been sworn to protect.

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"Aredhel sprang before the dart, and it smote her in the shoulder; and Eol was
overborne by many and set in bonds, and led away, while others tended Aredhel.
But Maeglin looking upon his father was silent. Aredhel sickened and in the night she died;
for the point of the javelin was poisoned. Turgon found no mercy; and they led him
forth to the Caragdur, a precipice of black rock upon the north side of the hill of Gondolin,
there to cast him down from the sheer walls of the city."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of Maeglin[/color]

"Maeglin prospered and grew great among the Gondolindrim. He gathered about him
all such as had the most bent to smithcraft and mining; and he sough in the Echoriath
(which are the Encircling Mountains), and found rich lodes of ore of divers metals.
Most he prized the hard iron of the mine of Anghabar in the north. Wise in counsel was
Maeglin and wary, and yet hardy and valiant at need. He loved the beauty of Idril
and desired her, without hope. The Eldar wedded not with kin so near, nor ever
before had any desired to do so. And however that might be, Idril loved Maeglin not at all;
and knowing his thought of her she loved him the less. As the years passed still
Maeglin watched Idril, and waited, and his love turned to darkness in his heart."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of Maeglin


In the year TA 400, Aredhel came back to Gondolin with a son named Maeglin, kin of Thingol. The boy's father, a Dark Elf called Eol, followed them there and tried to kill Maeglin but Aredhel stood in the way of the dart and was wounded. Aigronding and Fareglin were two of the Royal Guards who beat Eol down and shackled Eol, leading him away to await the King's judgement. Annamiri who came to Gondolin to be a healer treated Aredhel when she sickened and realized that she had been poisoned by her husband. Aredhel perished and Turgon doomed Eol to death. Aigronding and Fareglin threw Eol off the city's hill and it was Mordagnir's first kinslaying. Although he had executed the murderer who killed the princess, Aigronding was pained by the taking of Elven life. Aigronding grew to know Maeglin well as he continued guarding the royal family but overtime he grew to resent him for the prince gathered to him many smiths and quarry workers from Rog's house to enter his own, the Mole, as he swiftly consolidated power in Gondolin. Maeglin became close to Hatholdir who had been shamed for disrespecting Rog, vilified by charismatic Erindan and venerable Panion who influenced the public to loathe Hatholdir after he lost his favor with the chieftain which Linda, now Hatholdir's fiancée, had made Hatholdir believe aforetime.

Hrango followed Hatholdir to Maeglin's new house and Hatholdir helped his new lord find all kinds of metals in the Echoriath, including the rare reddish-gold ore culina which the Edain out of the East called aurichalcum he later knew. Aigronding Hatholdir's fallen star rose high as Maeglin's respect grew exponentially and became one of the greatest nobles of the Eldalie. Maeglin was in love with Idril and the King's daughter knew; she told both Nariel and Aigronding who regarded him intensely with greater disgust. Aigronding's dejection didn't last for too long. The birth of his grandson, Hadron, returned happiness to his soul and greater joy when he saw the lad join the House of the Mole when he became an adult....but over time he grew anxious as he saw his grandson beginning to change, growing callous and mean-spirited as his loyalty to Maeglin deepened and he suffered the rejection of Alquamorna of the Swan Wing . Aigronding's speculation of Hatholdir's corruption was proving true; his nemesis was twisting the boy's mind to hurt his family.

Aigronding fought valiantly in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and suffered the agonizing loss of his sworn brother, Fareglín. Following the murder of her father, Aerlinn accepted the Mordagnir name and became an adopted sister of Aigronding. He befriended Lord Tuor when the mortal married Idril who Aigronding guarded in Gondolin. Turgon gave him an honorable discharge so that he could serve in Bar-en-Alphram, the House of the Swan Wing.


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"Epic !
I love your point about the different states Aig and Hath were in during this fight that Hath,
having just murdered his father and being very over excited etc lol. Was not quite as on form as normal.
The important thing to note is that Hatholdir’s main objective that day
was to kill off all of his enemies he could. Whereas Aig was driven
by defending as many of his loved ones as he could.
Aig on the other hand has probably lived most of his life knowing that at some point
he’d have to be ready to fend off a warrior that good and that determined to kill him.
There may also be a little bit of arrogance playing a part here.
Hath's so much older and experienced than Aig he probably
thought he would barely have to try in order to kill him. Lol."

- Ercassie, concerning the duel
of Aigronding and Hatholdir, from our Facebook Messaging


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"Glory dwelt in that city of Gondolin of the Seven Names, and its ruin
was the most dread of all the sacks of cities upon the face of Earth."

- Tolkien, from The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin


"He found a press of the Molefolk about his door, and these were the grimmest
and least goodhearted of folk that Maeglin might get in that city. The warriors of
the Mole being more numerous than those few of the Wing, and loyal to their lord,
came at Tuor, and there were great blows, but no man might stand before the wrath of Tuor,
and they were smitten and driven to fly into what dark holes they might, or flung from the walls.
Then Tuor and his men must get them to the battle of the Gate. Then the Balrogs continued
to shoot darts of fire and flaming arrows like small snakes into the sky, and these fell upon
the roofs and the gardens of Gonodlin till all the whiteness of those walls
and colonnades was balckened and seared."

- Tolkien, from The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin


Aigronding's world shattered when Gondolin fell in FA 507. For the first time since his execution of Eol, he was driven to slay his own kin. He slew many traitors, helping Tuor defend his wife and child in the wake of Maeglin's killing. He clashed with Hatholdir in a furious duel near the home of Idril which the Moles had surrounded. Aigronding had long prepared for this moment. For centuries he perfected his strength and swordplay. He whiled hours of each day in meditation amongst the peaceful cliffs of the Echoriath, purging his hatred of Hatholdir until there was nothing left in his soul save for the tranquil belief of righteous duty. Aigronding knew, he needed to have his anger and enmity mastered in the ultimate fight with the nemesis of his family, a powerful man of cunning and unbridled rage.

Although Hatholdir was older and stronger than Aigronding it was Mordagnir who had the advantage, capitalizing on the vulnerability of Hatholdir's emotional weakness in their heated battle. Hatholdir left himself too open, making desperate brutal strikes in his euphoria. Aigronding however was calm and surgical in the conflict, dealing terrible wounds until one drove Hatholdir to his knees.

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When his archenemy collapsed, Aigronding attempted to behead him but he was blocked by the sudden interception of Hadron who wept tears of blood. Aigronding could not kill his grandson so Alquamorna did for him; she cast Hadron over the battlements. Aigronding pushed her with a cry of sudden anger and she ran away, never to be seen by him again. He seized a cackling Hatholdir and hurled him over the wall....he fell a long way but he did not die, Aigronding later knew.

Once he dispatched Hatholdir, Aigronding encountered Erfaron whose blade was sunken redly in a Swan Wing's ribcage. Aigronding spared his life , overcome with sorrow and his abject failure to save Hadron from Hatholdir's manipulation. He told Erfaron to run before he changed his mind and that irrevocable choice to value their bond over house strengthened their friendship for eternity.

"Well, clearly they killed each other then."
- Tirindo


Tuor commanded a reluctant Voronwë and a few swordsmen to guard Idril once the confrontation with the Moles was ended but Aigronding went with him to the Gate, knowing that numbers of the Swallow and the Rainbow were fighting the minions there, so it was his hope to find Earculinta and Roina.

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A glint of sapphire light caught Aigronding's eye in the burned Alley of Roses so he abandoned the trail of the Swan, fearing whose weapon had fallen. To his horror and dismay, the blue twinkle of Calcirya gems belonged to Valadring. The longsword laid near Erindan Mordagnir's body beside the mutilated form of Linda Liantë. For ages it would be assumed that his father and Hatholdir's betrothed had killed each other since she had been discovered with her lover's aurichalcum dagger but Aigronding has always believed his father wouldn't have stabbed someone so viciously to death or literally rip them apart; it was not his style of combat and he had been an honorable man.

Aigronding girded on his father's sword Valadring, took up his helm and shield. Hearing his mother screaming from her house a short distance away, Aigronding hurried there and saw it aflame, lit afire in the burning arrows of Balrogs. He would have ran into the inferno but Hrango strode from the Mordagnir mansion with Aimira in his arms; from that day he was always a friend of the family. She sobbed in her son's arms and told him that she had seen Hatholdir running from their house and yelled at him for help but he just kept running with a stolen treasure chest. Aigronding held her more tightly, assuring her that he had slain him. When she demanded to know where Erindan was, Aigronding gently told her that he had been killed. The High Elf woman's cry made the foundations of the smoking home quake to absolute ruin.

He rejoined Tuor at the Gate. Aigronding was grieviously injured, having sustained injuries from his duel with Hatholdir and protecting Roina but nevertheless he participated in the defense when the Orcs ambushed them as they journeyed along Bad Uthwen, the Way of Escape, which Roina helped Idril construct in secret with few aforetime. When the refugees rested in a woody dale with with hazel bushes to rest and eat, Aigronding was healed as he remained on watch which Tuor had strictly ordered. He reunited with his family, some of whom Harango had rescued but he was stoned by Elves before giving Erfaron a fierce embrace and he fled in sorrow into the mists of Tumhalad. They would have attacked Erfaron next but Aigronding and Nariel prevented it. Erfaron told Aigronding that he should have executed him; now he had to grieve for eternity, suffering a neverending life without the woman he loved. Aigronding replied that Nariel would have died without him protecting her thus far and that she was his charge now. Erfaron's devotion to guarding Nariel became his new obsession. Thorondor, King of Eagles, delivered them from the Orcs and Glorfindel sacrificed himself to save the refugees from a Balrog. Aigronding helped build a great cairn over Glorfindel's body with his weeping daughter, Eilianthel, at Tuor's command despite the danger of the hour.

"Now who should tell of the wanderings of Tuor and the exiles of Gondolin in the wastes
that lie beyond the mountains to the south of the Vale of Tumladen? Miseries were theirs
and death, colds and hungers, and ceaseless watches. That they won ever through
those regions infested by Melko's evil..."


- Tolkien, from The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin
"Tuor was in the midmost behind them with all his men of the Wing, and they bare some who
were grievously hurt, and Egalmoth was with him, but he had got hurt in that sally from the square.
Behind again came many women with babes, and girls, and lamed men. Now the number of women
were few because of their hiding or being stowed by their kinsfolk in secret places in the city.
There they were burned or slain or taken and enthralled, and the rescue-parties found them too seldom;
and it is the greatest ruth to think of this, for themaids and women of the Gondothlim were as
fair as the sun and as lovely as the moon and brighter than the stars."

- Tolkien, from The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin


The survivors wandered in misery for a year. They would have taken the journey even slower were it not for the speed and wariness with which Tuor led them. In their passage they endured starvation and death, a cruel winter and sleepless watches in the wild. The Gondolindrim travelled through regions infested with Orcs; Aigronding found it difficult to protect his ward of widows and orphans. One night of mid-winter, the owl of Gwenbril - the scholarly apprentice of Aimira - was seen by Aigronding's mother. She had been taken to the Mordagnir encampment where many female refugees and children found haven. She had been discovered by one of the search bands orchestrated by Roina, Valion, and Eilianthel. Aimira strongly urged Aigronding, her famously merciful son, to refuse Gwenbril aslyum despite the Elf-girl's hysteria and how dearly she loved the young student. She knew her protégé was in love with a Mole and may betray them. Gwenbril swore her loayalty and asked that Otorno, the Mole, be allowed to stay in the encampment with her which Aimira flatly refused. Aigronding argued that they couldn't let her leave knowing the location of their encampment but Aimira would not be reasoned with; Moles had gotten her city razed to the ground and murdered her husband; condoning Erfaron's presence was enough, she didn't want another Mole to be given shelter. Gwenbril was escorted away and what became of her or Otorno no one known but now here was her owl...

When it gave a wavering cry, the Mordagnir encampment was attacked by a great band of Orcs bursting from the wilderness. The deadliest thrust of the assault was aimed at Aigronding's pavilion. Her son was still weakened, constantly getting injured in challenges wherever they went. He stubbornly afforded himself no time to sufficiently heal, yet he managed to hold everyone together.

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Aimira rose up. As friends and family desperately defended the women and youth, the sick and the wounded it was Aimira who shielded her son from the monsters. Clad only in her fur dress and with golden hair unbound, bearing the sword of her slain husband, Aimira Mordagnir faced the destroyers of her beloved city. The Orcs came at her one at a time in an endless stream. She stood alone, her periwinkle eyes shining coldly as the evening stars. She sliced each minion down with the blade of Valadring which glimmered with blue fire. A rushing river became a turbulent sea. Orcs swarmed Aimira over the pile of their dead strewn across the frozen earth. Aimira defied their brute strength with the lethal grace of the Eldar. She built a dam with her righteous fury. She built a fortress of bodies in her wrath, a rampart of death. Aimira Mordagnir slew a hundred Orcs before the rise of the Sun. She earned herself a name as her husband and eldest children did one starry night much like this long ago. Mindëfírië, the Tower of Death, High Elves later called the matriarch of the Mordagnir clan. She saved Aigronding but her grandson was captured.

"They must have come...from goblin plunder."
- Elrond, from The Hobbit: A Short Rest


Later that morning before snowfall, Belven of the Pillar - the husband of Roina's cousin, Aglarebeth of the Fountain - returned from leading a scouting party in the area. He had with him a locked treasure trove which featured the carved sign of the Mordagnir Gryphon. He had found it in a hill lair of Orcs that attacked the camp. Aimira was further outraged, declaring that Hatholdir had survived Aigronding's fall and was in league with the minions because that was the same coffer he escaped her burning house with and must had hid away to return to later. Erfaron was doubtful so was Aglarebeth, not siding with Hatholdir but hoping she could dissuade the Mordagnirs from risking more of their kin by scouring the area for the Mole hideout. Belven agreed with his wife, assuming the the Orcs had merely found the chest in the city and claimed it for plunder. And that was the end of that for everyone else but Aigronding and Aimira. A deep loathing of Hatholdir smoked within their hearts but slept for now, hoping that he was truly dead.

He stoically endured the overwhelming grief of his son's abduction and came to the Mouths of Sirion in FA 508 where his siblings now lived. They were suvivors of Nargothrond's destruction and Doriath's ruin. Arasoron had been married to a Noldo-Vanya noblewoman, a spearmaid named Indilë whom he had met centuries ago. Arasoron, usually a brooding loner was overjoyed to see his brother and mother alive. Aigronding was moved to the point of tears, embracing Tavari. Aimira told them about Erindan's murder and Hadron's betrayal; Aigronding divulged bitterly that his son had been taken. Roina was mired in the darkest sorrow of her life in the wake of her son's capture. She had given given up coordinating searches in her lamentation and ignored her priorities at watch. She had walled herself away from everyone she loved but Aigronding in their trek south and now was here in self-isolation at Sirion; Roina had pleaded often with him in hysterical stridency that he wouldn't mount a rescue attempt to get Valion back from Angband. Aimira forbade him likewise and warned him not to drag anyone else in a quest that was surely doomed. Meril and Eilianthel alone had hope despite the impossibility of the task but they had both suffered wounds nigh the arrival to the Havens and needed healing. The happiness Aigronding and Tavari shared rapidly deteriorated when she grew enraged as the story of Gondolin's fall and its terrible aftermath.

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Tavari scorned him for taking care of other people and listening to his wife instead of saving Valion; she left to find him herself unaided and returned with her nephew, having developed an intense lifelong bond with him and repaired her relationship with Aigronding. Saving Valion saved her soul from its self-torment in the wake of Caranthir's demise by her own hand. Meanwhile, Arasoron surprised by Aigronding by confiding how proud he was of his brother; Aigronding had become a leader, he had grown up and this startling revelation forged an enduring respect and friendship between the siblings.

Two years later in FA 510, Hadron Mordagnir appeared very much alive at the Havens of Sirion in abysmal sadness. He swore that he did not know if Hatholdir had Erindan killed or had tried to get Valion captured; he earnestly sought forgiveness from his family. Most of them, Tavari and Aigronding and his parents especially, forgave Hadron for serving on the wrong side but Eilianthel remained angry. Hadron often met derision from the Gondolindrim survivors and became a recluse, living in a sea-cave. He found comfort in Valion's love and Tavari's warmth but found himself slipping deeper in depression the longer he remained hated in the community. Hadron fought with valour at the Battle of the Havens in FA 529, defending the remnants of Nargothrond, Gondolin, & Doriath against the seige of the Fëanorians and reclaimed his honor.

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Aigronding's brother was hurt in the Kinslaying, wounded by Amrod who made eye contact with Tavari before leaving Arasoron for dead but he did not die, thanks to the healing prowess of Eilianthel and Tavari. Aigronding killed Amrod to avenge Arasoron, fighting the king off a sea-cliff.


The Mordagnirs joined Gil-galad on the Isle of Balar but Aig was reluctant, not knowing where Erfaron had taken Nariel; it was only Arasoron's slap which finally prompted him to get in the boat. There he met Earenolwë who had been once been saved by Aigronding's brother in the Flight of the Noldor in the perilous ocean crossing. When he reached the Isle of Balar, he met Telkelion and Girion Coruben, and Tavari's friend, Edan Amrun; both men he would remain allies with forever. Tavari wanted to succour the warriors of Aman in the War of Wrath but the Mordagnir family, finally united, opposed this acerbically and Arasoron threatened to chain her to a wall in the mountains of Balar if she was unwilling thus, they were all safe and sound during that long storied conflict which broke Beleriand.
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Aigronding held Roina from behind each day, watching the country they loved slowly but finally disappearing beyond the tumultuous waves of the ocean. "We've lost another home, melindo," she quietly told him with tears escaping her bright emerald eyes but he turned her sculpted face towards the blue-walled snow-capped peaks of Lindon as the briny sea-breeze stirred wisps of her ginger hair. "We have another, melisse..." he uttered before his lips gently fell over hers, strong hands softly holding her waist.

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To Be Continued tonight in a second post
with the events of the Second Age....
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Name: Brandor

Gender: Male

Race: Man

Age: About 30

Location: Lone Lands - Osdolen

Appearance: Tall and slenderly built, but walks with an obvious limp - a token from a recent injury. When walking any substantial distance, he relies on a wooden cane. Has mostly straight, black hair that goes a little past his shoulders and a close shaved beard and moustache. Hs eyes are dark brown, almost black, and his face is unusually weathered for his age.

Personality: Is always willing to be a listening ear, but is hesitant to offer up much in the way of personal information

Interests: Adventure, ale

Weapons: Sword, is also capable of wielding a bow and arrow if necessary

Pets: His horse, Narful

History: Brandor has lived all his life in the North. His mother died in childbirth and he was raised by his father Bramben. He grew up travelling with the Rangers. From a very young age he could ride a horse and fight with a sword. Despite his young age, he has great experience in the wild - keeping the peace and fighting both wild men and orcs.

A few months ago his father was killed in battle with the Wild Men and Brandor was seriously injured. By some miracle he survived and was able to ride down to Adab Nestad. After spending several months in the healing land of Rivendell, he made his way over to the refuge of Osdolen to seek a place to stay at the Four Winds Tavern and perhaps a job, knowing his leg would prevent him from ever again riding across the lands for days on end. He is determined to continue to help the Rangers of the North in whatever ways he can, despite his obvious impediment.
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Name: “Ohtarien”

Gender: “I am female”

Age: “Why would I tell you that?”

Location: “Somewhere”

Appearance: “I have black hair and I am a female elf”

Personality: “Why is my personality so important? So what if I am uncultured? Life is a battlefield, should I care if people outside my family get hurt?”

Interests: “Wine and fighting”

Weapons: “They are sharp, hit hard, and are reliable”

Pets: “Ask me this question again, and I will punch you”

History: “I do not tell my history unless you are close to me”

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Name: Arphen

Gender: Female

Age: Born early Third Age

Location: Imladris

Appearance: Long brown hair, bright blue eyes, a kind face often showing a soft smile, sometime she gets a faraway look of deep sadness. Usually to be found wearing simple dresses.

Personality: A kind hearted woman who has time for anyone who needs it, patient to a fault. She is soft spoken and a calming force. She has no desire for conflict and will always try to find a way to talk things out if she can. She cares deeply for her two children, she will even be a surrogate mother for those who have lost family. There are many who think she is too kind and cares for too many, perhaps people will take advantage of her, but her kind heart has won out so far.

Interests: She enjoys crafting and cooking, she can often be found with thread or spoon in her hand in her house. She can also be found walking the woods, more often than not by herself, or out searching for her daughter.

Weapons: Arphen will not wield a weapon if she can help it. There is a small dagger in the house, a gift from her late husband that she cannot part with.

Pets: There's always a cat or three wandering through the house.

History: Arphen has lived her whole life in Imladris. A quiet child, her parents could never say an unkind word about her. She married a fellow Imladris elf and bore him two children, a daughter and son. When the Last Alliance needed soldiers, her husband answered the call to serve. He did not return home. Arphen was heartbroken, but she kept her composure for the sake of her children. It only made her more kind and caring, but she could only pray there would be no more conflict. The loss of her father hit her daughter Bainiel hard, she became angry and wanted nothing else but to follow in his footsteps and avenge him. While Arphen despised conflict, she found often she could not get through to her own child. Bainiel would disappear into the woods to practice with weapons she kept carefully hidden away. Her younger brother Idhion was forever trying to find and calm his wayward sister. He takes after his mother, a kind soul who has no taste for war or violence. He find himself spending a lot of time trying to mediate between his sister and mother, but in truth, they all love each other dearly.
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Name: Arden Redbrush
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthplace: Combe, Bree-lands
Current residence: Sheepshade Farm, Combe, Bree-lands
Occupation: Shepherdess
Hair: Brown, shoulder-length, straight
Eyes: Hazel (brown-gold)
Horse: A pony named Quigley.
Parents: Langdon Redbrush, father, farmer; Sarina Redbrush, mother (deceased), gardener; Thorley Redbrush, younger brother, troublemaker
Arms: Arms? I don’t have any weapons if that’s what you mean. I guess the closest thing would be my walking stick which I take out every day to manage the sheep. It’s in case I have to drive away any animals, though that’s never happened, thank goodness.
Residence Details I was born and still live just outside of the town of Combe in Bree. I live with my father and brother on our cozy farm called Sheepshade Farm. As you might have guessed from the name, we are a sheep farm, and make our living selling wool and milk. We do not kill them for their hides or their meat since we wouldn’t make any money off them after that, and we already have money trouble. It is a small flock but I love them dearly. It is my job to take the sheep out to graze in the valley where Combe sits; I do this every morning after feeding the horses. There is not enough room in our two pastures for them to graze. My father also breeds and trades horses. He is responsible for them, they are his loves. He goes often to the market, and cares for my brother and me. I have never visited anywhere outside of Bree. I have been as far as Nen Harn in the north and as west as the southern Bree-lands. Our business isn’t outside of these borders, as my father likes to say. I say I agree with him. I’m a little curious to visit other places in Bree and maybe the Shire but little beyond that. I love Combe and I love Sheepshade; I’ve never wanted to leave.
Race: I’m a mortal woman, or I guess I should say a girl. I just turned seventeen. It’s hard to believe I am almost a woman. I have shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes—not with green in them, just brown and a sort of yellow color that you can call gold if you want to be romantic. I’m of a pretty average height and medium complexion. Not much is remarkable about me.
Family History: My father Langdon owns our farm (which is a family inheritance) and has raised me and my brother Thorley for eight years. My mother Sarina died after having Thorley. It makes me sadder than anything that he never got to know her. He’s just like her, all full of vim and vigor. I’m much calmer than him, prefer peace and quiet where he likes to jump up and down and make plenty of noise, but I love him better than anything. He goes to school nearby; my father takes him there every day and one of our neighbors walks him home with her own daughter at the end of the day. He’s not much fond of school and always complains about it. He adores animals and always begs to trade places with me. He wants to take the sheep out every day instead of studying. But I had to go to school until I was fourteen so he does too. When he gets old enough to stop, he can have my job and I’ll start learning to help Da manage the farm. For now I let him take them out on weekends or when he happens to not have school. Sometimes I go too just to supervise, but he’s really good with animals and I never worry about them when they’re under his care. Taking care of animals is the one time he’s serious! Usually when he goes out with them, I take some time for myself in my room to continue my studies on my own. Da didn’t want to take me out of school so early but he really needed help around the farm. He made me swear up and down that I would teach myself things when I could. So I always have a book or two around. I love to learn but there often isn’t enough time in the day, especially when I’m responsible for cooking our evening meal as well. Sometimes I stay up later than I should, burning my candles down to the nubs while I sneak in some reading. I’m not sure Da would approve of that . . .

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Aigronding: Part II - The Second Age

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"In Lindon north of the Lune dwelt Gil-galad, last heir of the Elves of the West. In Lindon
south of the Lune dwelt for a time Celeborn, kinsman of Thingol; his wife was Galadriel,
greatest of Elven women."
- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings: Appendix B - The Second Age


Aigronding built a schooner Rásorno Verië, the Bold Gryphon, and sailed to Lindon with his family and a few friends onboard. He dwelt in the realm of Círdan and Gil-galad with his wife, children, and some companions for several years in the south where Galadriel and Celeborn ruled. Aigronding and Roina rebuilt the Mordagnir fortune with Aimira's treasure trove as the world around them took civilized shape. He left the schooner in a Harlond wharf which he rented yearly and founded an estate Már Lantasúri, Windfall Manor, on a wooded mountain slope of Harlindon with a lovely view of the western sea. Aigronding's family rebuilt their lives and their fortunres.\

"They...made a home in exile in the east of the Ered Luin beyond the Lune. Of iron were most
of the things that they forged in those days, but they prospered after a fashion....
gold, that or an other precious metal they had little or none."

- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings: Appendix A - Of Dwarves


Aigronding and Eilianthel managed an orchard and botanical ga4den to sell fruits, cider, and plants to their elven community. Since the Dwarves were leaving Ered Luin, the masonry company Liëondo - People of Stone - which belonged to Roina and her father constructed mines to excavate building material; they found hardly any gems or gold in the mountains much to the disappointment of the jeweler Aglarebeth. Roina and Panion raised homes, accepted commisions at the ports of Lindon, offered matienance to families in need of repair, and sold products like marble to sculptors for their art. Valion and Meril established The Harp and the Pillar Inn, made in the image of the Rose Tavern of Gondolin they once owned, in the forest for Númenorean visitors and wandering Elves.

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Saira, Roina's mother, wrote histories of the First Age for the Libary of Mithlond and she still enjoys writing biographies of Elves who have lived the longest. She travelled Eriador often to record lore relating to the flora & fauna of the region; this she continues to do for Lords Elrond and Círdan.

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Belven Melehtaranco got his smithy working and Aglarebeth Echadriel sold jewelry carved from the natural stone of Ered Luin despite her frustration with lacking better resources she needed; everyone was happy but she was miserable, waiting for a stroke of luck to come her way, hoping Elven vagabonds returning to Lindon would speak of crystals in faroff places of Eriador.

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"After the 'breaking of the North' in the Great Battle, the shape of the North-west
of Middle-Earth was changed. Nearly all Beleriand was drowned in the sea.
Taur na Fuin became an island. The mountains of Eredwethion &c. became small isles (so also Himling)."

- Tolkien, from The Treason of Isengard

"And all the coasts and seaward regions of the western world suffered
great change and ruin in that time; for the seas invaded the lands,
and shores foundered, and ancient isles were drowned,
and new isles were uplifted; and hills crumbled and rivers were
turned into strange courses."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Akallabêth

"Those that sailed far came only to the new lands,
and found them like to the old lands."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Akallabêth

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Hadron's relationship with Eilianthel and Roina as well as most Elven refugees of Gondolin continued to deteriorate to the point where Limaewen pleaded with her husband for them to leave Lindon although she would miss her parents, Thármaras and Crabanel; promising to remain in touch with them, Valion, Aigronding, and his siblings, he and his wife set sail for the Wethrin Isles. Hadron led elven miners, prominently those who worked outside of Gondolin, to the island. There, they found riches in the mountains with the help of the local mortals, descendants of the Magor settlers and refugees of the old wars like the Dara line of Annabelle Snapdragon's family. Limaewen had a haven built so that Elven mariners passing West could rest before continuing to Aman and for Numenorean vessels to find a respite from their voyages to the mainland, including supplies to restock.

Aigronding said goodbye to friends who were leaving to explore; among the people in his life who were departing besides Earenolwë were Arasoron, Indilë, and Tavari who were all gone together months or years at a time. Aimira, overcome with a widow's sadness, said farewell to her children in the Grey Havens. She believed they would get along just fine but she needed the spiritual healing of Aman to soothe her soul and would await the rebirth of her husband, however long that took, in the Undying Lands.

"Only in Eregion, which Men called Hollin, did Elves of Noldorin race establish a lasting realm
beyond the Ered Luin. Eregion was nigh to the great mansions of the Dwarves that were named
Khazad-dum. From Ost-in-Edhil, the city of the Elves, the highroad ran to the
west gate of Khazad-dum, for a friendship arose between Dwarves and Elves, such as has never
been, to the enrichment of both those peoples."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age


Aigronding and his wife settled in Eregion when Galadriel and Celeborn decided to relocate their dominion there. Their estate in the city of Ost-in-Edhil was Corin Eregdos, Holly Circle, which was encompassed by the fair trees. He left Már Lantasúri to his children and his orchard business he gave to Eilianthel who excelled at gardening. Roina & Panion found greater construction work at Eregion because of their proximity to the moutains and the need for architects & masons. Aigronding entered the mining business with his guild named Marivor - House of Crystal - but concentrated his trade on matters of jewels and valuable ores. Together husband and wife and father dominated the prospecting trade outside of Khazad-dum. Aigronding had dealings with Dwarves, the Men of Bree, and the Númenoreans. Hee forged lasting friendships with the ancestors of Anne Snapdragon of Bree, Khallador Galerida of the Dúnedain, Halion Falconis of Dol Amroth, Beren of Gondor, and Gerdi Flameheart of Harlindon.

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"In Eregion, the Gwaith-i-Mirdain, the People of the Jewel-smiths, surpassed in cunning
all that have ever wrought, save only Fëanor himself; and indeed greatest in skill among
them was Celebrimbor. Sauron went far and wide among them (the Elves), and his hue was
still that of one both fair and wise. Only to Lindon he did not come, for Gil-galad and Elrond
soubted him and his fair-seeming. But elsewhere others received him gladly, and few among
them hearkened to the messengers from Lindon bidding them beware; for Sauron took to
himself the name of Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, and they had at first much profit from his friendship."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age

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Belven built an armory, selling weapons and armor for Elven soldiers, due largely to Aig's delving camps in the mountains. Aglarebeth eagerly joined the fellowship of jewel-smiths in Eregion called the Gwaith-i-Mirdain which was led by Celebrimbor who became the city's lord when Galadriel ventured over the mountains to Lorinand with Celeborn. Aglarebeth reached the zenith of her talents and helped construct the legendary Rings of Power with Celebrimbor and the tutelage of a charismatic smith named Annatar. Aigronding hearkened to the messengers from Lindon, dispatched by Gil-galad and Elrond, telling them to beware; he tried warning Aglarebeth, doubting the goodness of this immaculate mysterious stranger, but she was so obsessed with her role in her work that she argued with Aigronding and became estranged from his friendship.

Despite Aigronding's separation from his wife's cousin, all was peaceful and Aigronding had both Nariel & Erfaron in his life again. Roina's niece, Airien Mereniel, admired Fëapoldiës daughter who was alike in beauty and grace. They thrived on social garherings so the ladies became insperable and always were the life of parties at Holly Circle, that is whenever Erfaron let Nariel out of his sight long enough for his ward to actually enjoy socializing.


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"War never ceased between Sauron and the Elves; and Eregion was laid waste,
and Celebrimbor slain, and the doors of Moria were shut. In tha that time the
stronghold and refuge of Imladris, that Men called Rivendell,
was founded by Elrond Half-Elven, and long it endured."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion, Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age


Aigronding participated in the War of the Elves and Sauron in SA 1697 when Eregion was destroyed. He suffered the devastating loss of Belven, Aglarebeth who sought his forgiveness before her end, Arasoron, and Indilë who all perished in the onslaught of Sauron, the Lord of the Rings. Tavari disappeared soon after and he didn't see her again for eons. Aigronding was beset with bitterness of her leavetaking but overtime Roina made him realize that Tavari would not have abandoned him if he had no family for comfort and foretold that she would come again. Aigronding, his family, and some of his friends - many of them High Elves also like Edan Amrun - fled to Rivendell where Elrond led survivors to. He became ruler of the valley and once again the Mordagnirs put down roots after a grievous decable which left them shattered.


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"Elendil and Gil-galad made that League which is called the Last Alliance and encompassed
the stronghold of Sauron; and they laid siege to it for seven years, and suffered grievous
loss by fire and by the darts and bolts of the Enemy, and Sauron sent many sorties against them."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age


Aigronding fought in the Siege of the Dark Tower in Mordor where Roina lost her father who died aiding him, Edan, Girion, and Hrango protect her; worse, Eärcúlinta was killed. Aigronding was never the same again after that. So many people he cared about had left him, either by choice or death. Only the love of his few remaining family members and ancient friends like Anarie of the Fountain kept him sane, including the companionship of loyal Belegarm. The hardy, immortal wolfhound was still with him. The beast had managed to survive every major battle of Middle-earth his master had experienced, conflicts which had killed or divided mostly everyone Aigronding ever cared about.
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Aigronding discovered during the war that Hatholdir was still alive and ruling the remnant of the Moles from one of the Wethrin Isles. Hatholdir had given the Last Alliance warriors aid, selling the axes and swords of the Moles on behalf of the Last Alliance. Aigronding's old nemesis began trafficking for gems and metal in Middle-earth, finding what mines Aigronding didn't own in the Misty Mountains or claiming those which Elves sailing west had given up. Hatholdir continued allowing warriors of the Mole to do mercenary work, permitting them to venture east to help rebellions in desperate need of reinforcements. Hatholdir proved to be resilient indeed but although he appeared to be more friend than foe with the passing of the Ages, Aigronding and Roina knew better and continued to watch their guard....for the rest of their lives...
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The third and final part of Aigronding's bio, chronicling his exploits in the Third Age will be posted soon.
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Aigronding: Part III - The Third Age

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Aigronding, Roina, Valion, Meril, and Eilianthel aided their old friend Rilien to search for Almarëa Mordollwen years after TA 23 but ultimately couldn't find her. Aigronding, Roina, and Eilianthel tarried in Lórinand, now named Lothlórien, for a long time at the pursuit's end. Valion adventured with Tavari whom he had secretly been in contact with but inevitably left Middle-earth with Meril and their daughter - Vilissë Mordagnir, born during their search for Alma - to live in the Wethrin Isles with Hadron and Limaewen in TA 3004. Valion wanted Mordagnirs to protect the seas from Umbarian raiders and to build the The Gryphon Inn as a final place for Elves to visit during their voyage oversea to Aman.

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Aigronding and Roina returned to Rivendell in TA 1015 with Eilianthel and Deren Morbendain, a Silvan warrior she had been courting since the Siege in Mordor, and married him.

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Aigronding and Roina resumed their businesses and settled back home at Linyamaril, Crystalpool, in the northern woods of Rivendell which Airien - the daughter of Aglarebeth - remained steward of as she cared for both her spa and cosmetics guild.

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Eilianthel took charge of the orchard there; meanwhile Aigronding joined the Host of Imladris, eager to swing swords along side Anárië and Aerlinn and Edan. As the Misty Mountains grew increasingly dangerous, Aigronding became more instrumental in the army and climbed the ranks until he became its Tar-Taidron high captain, the Herald of Elrond.

Aigronding continued to make short journeys into Arnor or beyond the Misty Mountains. He befriended mortals like Owain Camlost and other Elves like Veowyn Girarion who became his adopted sister once she was civilized and Baingíl Randír who accidentally shot him with an arrow as a child. Aigronding reunited with Erfaron who unpleasantly kept Hatholdir from murdering Aigronding and vice cersa. Whenever trouble followed his friends and family Aigronding told Roina, Anárië, and Erfaron that Hatholdir's devilry bred their misfortunes. Erfaron chided him however, saying it would be foolish to expect every crucible to be one of the Moleking's traps.


"Power had been seized by an evil lord of the Hill-men, who was in secret league with Angmar.
Argeleb therefore fortified the Weather Hills. Arveleg son of Argeleb, with the help of Cardolan
and Lindon, drove back his enemies from the Hills; and for many years Arthedain and Cardolan
held in force a frontier along the Weather Hills, the Great Road, and the lower Hoarwell.
It is said that at this time Rivendell was besieged. It is said that Angmar was for a time subdued
by the Elvenfolk coming from Lindon; and from Rivendell, for Elrond brought
help over the Mountains out of Lórien."

- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings:
Appendix A - The North-kingdom and the Dúnedain


In TA 1400, Aigronding fought in the Second Siege of Imladris and killed Cynwrig, the sorcerer lord of the Hill-men and an agent of Angmar. Together with the forces of Lindon captained by Crabanel and the Lórien Guard commanded by Nenmallen, the mother of Deren, Angmar's violence was restrained for a while. Aigronding mourned the loss of Crabanel - Tharmaras' wife and Valion's mother-in-law - when Edan brought her body to Linyamaril. She had been found stabbed in the dreary wilderness of Rhudaur. It is still believed she was murdered by a cruel Hill-man escaping the latest battle of the centuries-long Angmar War.
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"A force under Glorfindel the Elf-lord came up out of Rivendell. Then so utterly was Angmar
defeated that not a man nor an Orc of that realm remained west of the Mountains."

- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings: Appendix A:
Gondor and the Heirs of Anárion

Aigronding fought in the last confrontation with Angmar in the host of Glorfindel. He was nearly killed by a Snowtroll. Belegarm defended him and suffered mortal injuries. He died in Rivendell, licking his pups he made with Ristiel, a wolfhound of Endor. Belegarm's mate died of a broken heart. Aigronding named her white pup Nimlos and Aerlinn named the auburn-furred brother Yávië.

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"In that time was first made the Council of the Wise that is called the White Council,
and therein were Elrond and Galadriel and Círdan, and other lords of the Eldar, and
with them were Mithrandir and Curunír."

- Tolkien, from The Silmarillion: Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age


In TA 2463, Elrond chose Elf-lords to be members of the White Council and selected Aigronding to be a part of the Wise circle. He was part of the attack on Dol Guldur in TA 2941 and met Taurina Ithildinloch in Mirkwood a short time after the Battle of Five Armies. She helped him navigate his way through the monster-ridden woodland and became one of his closest friends who would later marry Edan.

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Believing they were finally at peace, Aigronding and Roina decided to have two more children. Serene Calselda was born in the winter of TA 2969; she is blue-eyed and golden-haired like her father. Calselda has become a warrior, emulating Aigronding. She's in sescretly in love with Hatholdir's second son, a surprisingly valorous Elf, Candlhang...

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Aewrusca. a drama queen and sweet as a peach, was born in the summer of TA 2979; she is red-haired like her mother and has Aigronding's blue eyes. She is a healer of Adab Nestad and has begun accompanying her parents on errantry with the Elven League. She is in love with Lhaindir, an elven scholar and Edan's squire.
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Aigronding rejoiced when Tavari came back to live in Imladris in TA 3014. He won't ever be close to her as Arasoron, her fallen twin, but their union as siblings continues to strengthen.

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Roina and Aigronding welcomed Nariel into their family when Tharmaras married her in TA 3000. Somehow it is Aewrusca who is more overjoyed about this than even her parents....

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"What power still remains lies with us here in Imladris,
or with Círdan at the Havens, or in Lórien.
But have they the strength, have we here the strength to withstand the Enemy,
the coming of Sauron at the last, when all else is overthrown?"
"I have not the strength, neither do they."

- Galdor and Elrond, from The Lord of the Rings:
The Fellowship of the Ring - The Council of Elrond

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The Host of Imladris has grown smaller as Elves depart for the Undying Lands. All that remains are militias governed by their own captains. Aigronding calls his the Gryphon Battalion, named for his family's heraldic emblem. As the minions of Sauron amass in the eastern corner of Eriador, Umbarians attack Lindon & the Wethrin Isles, and brigands infiltrate Eriador from the South, Aigronding has unified all the elven guards to defend each other when necessary. While maintains Rivendell's friendship with other Elf nations, Aigronding sustains the valley's cooperation with the Rangers of the North. He has become a Taidor healer at Adab Nestad; since he's spent so many years taking life, he wants to know how he can save lives.
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Aigronding has become friends with the Elves of Bar-en-Raen, a wandering company of Earenolwë who returned to Lindon a long time ago. The Nelya who Arasoron saved from the vengeance of Uinen following the first Kinslaying has forged a warm bond with Aigronding during his visits as an abassador to Imladris; little does Aigronding know that Earenolwë once travelled with a peredhel named Moriel who is a Ranger of the North....

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The second and last part of Aigronding's Third Age history will be posted soon.
"Eriol... 'One who dreams alone.' ” - Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales I

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Name: Nurbor Caladcrist
Gender: Male
Age: old
Location: TA-Lothlorien, Imladris and the wild lands of the north
Appearance: typical elven height, silver hair, blue eyes
Personality: Calm, quiet, and calculating. He’s lived a long time and survived many hard lessons
Interests: Fighting, training, and the skills necessary to be a good ranger. Once he was a farmer, and a smith, but war robbed him of a peaceful life and he turned his energies to vengeance for his family.
Weapons: long sword, short sword, dagger, longbow, spears and shields as needed
Pets: A trusty horse named Col
History:

Awoken rather than born, he marched ever west with the noldor to valinor. Though he was not of the kinslayers during the revolt, Nurbor survived the helcaraxe and found a homestead in Beleriand. War would destroy the peaceful homestead and in time he would go on to march against Morgoth, seeing the world forever changed as the dark valar was brought down.

During the second age he wandered east and into the woods of Lothlorien eventually, where he would find solace. As events turned and the darkness grew into a threat he would pick up his blade once again and seek to be a bulwark against the tide of darkness where he could.

Throughout the third age he roamed the northern lands making friends with the mortal races as he traveled but the eldar of Imladris knew him well as did those of Lothlorien. Mirkwood was a dark place he seldom went, and they were well defended with little need for outside help anyway.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. - Gandalf

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Erfaron Sílûgnir

Name(s) : His father named him Sarnirion, the son of his father, and he didn’t earn another until he was already come of age. Then he was called Erfaron, the ‘Lonely Hunter/Hunter of loneliness’, and Sílûgnir, the ‘Snake of silver-white’. Neither was particularly glorious, but both were rather apt and honest and so he took them for his own.
Ospiel sometimes calls him Nielininque, ‘Snowdrop’. But for anyone else to utter such an epesse in his hearing would be most unwise.


Heritage : Half Noldo - Half Falmari, 100% Calaquendi

Year and Place of Birth : Born in Tirion-Upon-Tuna, Aman, during the Years of Trees. Exact year unknown. He was on the cusp of adulthood at the time of the Flight of the Noldor into Endor.


Physical Appearance : His eerily angular countenance is a striking blend of his mother’s celestial colouring with his father’s dark brooding intensity. He shares the piercing ice blue eyes of both his parents with a half-amused scowl which is all his own. Not the tallest, and neither the slightest, Erfaron conjures enough of a noticeable presence to unsettle anyone who stares overlong. He can not easily camouflage with the crowd, and has long since embraced his ability to stand out, remorseless and alarming in his confidence.


Personality : Erfaron is an oddly obsessive individual who nonetheless manages to appear dismissive of most all he encounters. He subdues an untempered aggression behind a cold coat of animosity rather than explode in wild outpourings of wrath. Keen to wield a motley of weapons, when his shield of dry wit and sarcasm will not suffice, or because those same have further antagonised the situation. He loves with the same fierce devotion as he hates, cares with the same strength that he criticises. For all that he despises the ‘throng’ of attention, he can not long stay away from amusing himself at despairing of society. His moral compass may run errant from social etiquette, sometimes veiled behind a fine vocabulary and dim recollection of manners expected in noble company. At the end of the day, he does nothing without a good reason, whether or not other people would count that same reason (or he in whole, as) ‘good’.


Family : His father was Sarnir Erondo of the noble Noldorin House of Cenilwë. Erfaron’s paternal grandparents were thus begotten Tatyar who had travelled to Aman with Finwe, serving as celestial prophets. They fell out of favour when they advised the King not to marry his second wife. Sarnir himself was a sculptor of stone from them on, working primarily with granite to maintain the family in the standard they had grown accustomed to. He was not fond of company and conducted his home in as much privacy as he could manage. As an Elf few would dare argue with, Sarnir was a devout Feanorien, who Captained a small unit of fellow Nobles under the command of Prince Maedhros. During the Kinslaying at Alqualonde, Sarnir and his son forsook the bulk of their armour, to aide some of their number who had been forced from the docks into the sea, by the Teleri. They were being enmeshed in fishing nets and shot at, or beaten down with oars. Sarnir had his second-in-command, Herumacil, lead a diversary attack while the sodden soldiers were rescued from a sorry fate. Unfortunately, before he could replace his formidable and expensive armour, Sarnir was shot through by arrows. He threw himself in front of his son, and perished alone as a result. Herumacil and Sarnir’s sister Mylirae managed to get the remainder of his small company safely onto the stolen swan ships, leaving their leader behind, as one of the first Noldor to ever find death.

Erfaron, as a child, had been a constant shadow at the heels of his imposing father, unwilling to be tethered to his homeschooled studies from his patient mother. There was naught that he enjoyed so much as pretending to be one of his father’s statues, watching all that went on in the noble household, until his parents grew weary of pretending that they didn’t notice him. Sarnir was not forthcoming with training his child, though he did expect great things of his only student. Sarnir also, and perhaps because of this, disapproved of Feapoldie, whom Erfaron had swiftly fallen in awe of, and duly engaged to at a still young age. It was perhaps in an effort to try and win back his father’s good graces that the young Elf followed Sarnir devoutly into the Feanorien contingent.

Erfaron’s mother is Menellote Silosse, of the Falmari line of Lindesul. She was born in Alqualonde, where her father was the bellmaker. Erfaron’s maternal grandparents were therefore also begotten, though of the Nelyar. They were not renown for anything save their devotion to rising music and song to Ulmo at the turning of the two Trees. Menellote met Sarnir when he and his architect brother were commissioned for work upon her father’s belltower, and she famously insisted that their workings were ‘not right’ enough times that the furious sculptor finally came and demanded to know what was her problem. She had, she explained, fallen in love with his quiet determination and the love which he put into his work, so claimed him for her husband, which he agreed to, since it would be the end of their incessant renovations.

Menellote homeschooled her only child, and often took him to vacation with her family in Alqualonde so that he could spend time with his cousin. It was similarly her insistence that saw Erfaron forced into play-dates with other Houses in Tirion-upon-Tuna, so that the only child might come to benefit from time with other children. She maintained a very patient watch and see approach to her son's later romantic exploits with Feapoldie. When the Noldor fell to the corruptions sown by Melkor, Silosse counselled her husband toward calm, and to appease her only, he stayed from following Feanor to exile in Formenos. Consulting with his prophet parents, Silosse foresaw herself that Sarnir would never leave Aman, so she did not protest his following Feanor to have wrath on Melkor. The prophecy was found true, when her husband was slain on the shores of Alqualonde, after which time she grieved long for her eternal partner. Their son’s fate she knew not, though assumed that with no body to be found, he must have taken to Endor. She went in search of him during the War of Wrath, entering the combat with her trident, ‘Etuli’, and though it took her until the Second Age to track Erfaron down, she now will not return to the Blessed Land without him.



Friend(s) / Foe(s) :
Aigronding was Sarnirion’s first friend outside of his father’s stone figurines, the first one who spoke back. The young Sarnirion did not properly understand the sorts of games which Aigronding and his other playmate Roina partook of, but the nature of companionship itself was not lost upon him. It was no surprise to Silosse when her son afterwards pursued a beautiful red haired maiden, just as he had watched young Aigronding growing closer with the red-haired Roina.

The two boys were separated during the Flight of the Noldor, when Sarnirion went with the stolen ships, and Aigronding instead endured the Helcaraxe. They were reunited later, by which time Erfaron served Fingolfin in Mithrim, and Aigronding, served Turgon in Vinyamar. They did ally for several adventures when their companies combined during the Siege of Angband, but when Turgon’s folk concealed themselves in the hidden city of Gondolin, the childhood friends were separated for some several hundred years.

When Erfaron entered Gondolin, following the death of Fingon in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, he fell into service of the Dark Prince, Maeglin. Aigronding served the House of the King, and then later the House of Tuor, Turgon’s son in Law. When the Houses of Tuor and Maeglin came to blows during the Fall of Gondolin, it was Aigronding who found Erfaron vulnerable during that struggle. His axe caught in the ribs of one of Tuor’s guard he had just slain, Erfaron expected for Aigronding to kill him. But his old friend instead made him see that what he had been fighting for, Maeglin, was already lost. Reminded of the vow he’d taken in Alqualonde, never to slay his kinfolk again, Erfaron accepted Aig’s mercy and fled. To find the House of Feapoldie, the only thing he had left to care for in the world.


Feapoldie had met Sarnirion when they were both young, and their fathers in bitter contention over the unrest of the Noldor. Fea’s father, Aiwenare, was an advocate of Fingolfin, while Sarnir was obstinately in the camp of Feanor. Their children met by chance, with Fea seeking to practice her swordplay clandestinely in Sarnir’s quarter, where she felt she would not be discovered, and then found that one of the stone sculptures she was sparring with sparred back ! Their mutual secret and amusement in these ongoing encounters led to Sarnirion realising that he admired Feapoldie more than was good for anyone, but that it was too late to do anything about it. He sent her sculptures of ice, and she introduced him to lessons of dance, which meant that he was able to improve his swordplay and impress his father, while she was adamant to have a partner of striking intrigue for her father’s infamous dance parties.

He proposed at one of these same parties and she accepted, little understanding what it meant when he said his heart was hers. She imagined children and a home of her own, while he thought only of the two of them forever in company, without even children to distract from their exclusive attentions together. It is no surprise that both their sets of parents disapproved for a good many reasons, their young age the least of them. But rings had been exchanged. Then came the war, and Feapoldie was left to endure the Helcaraxe, where her entire family save for her and one brother, perished. The betrayal of Sarnirion having left her behind broke her in many ways, and she vowed to survive, if only to visit vengeance upon the one she blamed, and she did not mean Melkor.

When they were reunited in Mithrim, Feapoldie was unmoved by Sarnirion’s news of his father’s death, for she felt her own losses far outweighed his, and moreover, he had been the one to leave her. The only way she would believe that he was sorry, and would be faithful to her before all else, was to demand his hand, which she looked to sever with her sword. For had he not elected to follow one-handed Maedhros over a fair life with her ? Her fiancé withdrew from her unreasonable behaviour, and she flung her silver ring away. He kept his however, and wears it still, believing that (despite the fact she later met and married someone else), she still really would always be his.


Earenolwe was the only reason why Erfaron survived the grief of his father’s loss. Dragged from Sarnir’s dying form by Herumacil, that friend of his fathers then threatened to slay the young ‘Teler’ unless he and the rest of their company were granted safe passage to the ships, which they then sailed away on. Lacking the armour he had himself removed, Sarnirion was all too easily mistaken for one of his father’s killers, and so Herumacil safeguarded the remnant of Sarnir’s unit, and his heir, to safety. And Erfaron never forgave him for it.

Disgusted that Earenolwe, a Teleri ambassador to King Olwe of Alqualonde, was found upon their stolen ship, Herumacil aided fellow Feanoriens, Rincion and Nenloico, in throwing Earenolwe into the sea, as an assumed stowaway and saboteur. It was in fact Earenolwe’s ship they were stood upon and he was fortunately saved from the sea and the storms by Orossien (elder sister of Aigronding) and taken aboard Maglor's ship.

After the death of Feanor and the capture of Maedhros, Maglor was effectively the most senior of the Feanorien encampment. And Herumacil who had usurped the command of Sarnir’s surviving soldiers, was forever enraged when a young Sarnirion refused to obey him, favouring to spend time with Earenolwe instead. Maglor now influenced by the beautiful Orossien, of course ignored Herumacil's complaints, wise as all soon became to the racist Noldo's capabilities. Still Sarnirion was openly beligerant to the new captain, and deliberately provoked Herumacil’s bodyguard Balcheth the Spearmaiden. It was Herumacil who dubbed the younger Elf to be ever after called 'Silugnir'.


Years later when Erfaron had transferred to the Host of Fingolfin, based at Barad Eithel, he still met up with Earenolwe. The most notable occasion was when he was out upon his hundred years search for Feapoldie, after finding Turgon’s city was abandoned. Erfaron hunted everywhere during this period for the hidden city of Gondolin, wherein lay not only Feapoldie but also Aigronding, but still he found it not. He travelled far and wide about Beleriand however, honing the new skills that his time in Hithlum had introduced him to, and found Aigronding's brother, Orosoron in Minas Tirith. The unhappy sibling was none the wiser but Herumacil who was there as emissary for Maglor, dropped hints which sent a hopeful Erfaron hastening unto a hostile reception at Doriath. Furious after a run in with a very wrathful Mallosel, Erfaron headed out to Maglor's Gap, to check if Aig's sister Orossien was any better informed, and also to visit his vengeance upon Herumacil. He was narrowly stopped from murdering his old foe by the sage but reluctant advice of Earenolwe, and instead the two set out together to seek for Gondolin, and Earen's own pursuit, Ellie. After a hundred years and many an adventure, Erfaron returned home to Hithlum in despair, and begged for the mercy of Fingolfin despite his unauthorised absence. But the High King forgave him; even going so far as to claim he'd 'sent' Erfaron to seek news of lost royal kin, Turgon and Aredhel.


The Elf to whom Erfaron credits his actual evolvement to a warrior was the Halberdier, Earcolante. A Begotten Tatyar loyal to Fingolfin, Earcolante was the first leader since his father, whom Erfaron respected. Bereft of any hope of forgiveness from Feapoldie, the young soldier instead had thrown himself into helping the defences which stood between her on the coast, and Melkor in the north. During his training under Captain Earcolante, Erfaron met the Sinda maid, Ospiel, who felt equally as apart from the Helcaraxe survivors in their host. A local scout and tracker, Ospiel, exchanged her experiences with the young transfer, and they educated one another to each rise in the estimation of their Commander. They also worked with the Sindarin Noblemaid Crabanel, and her bloodsister Mauya. During Erfaron's 100 year sojourn, Ospiel believed him dead. His name was carved onto the wall of remembrance in the fort of Barad Eithel, and when he did finally return, dejected after failing to find Feapoldie, it was Ospiel who demanded that he scrub out the carving of his name from amongst the noble dead, with the smallest stone that she could find to be his tool.

He and Ospiel became very close, serving side by side in the Dagor Aglareb and the Dagor Bragollach, together they mourned the death of the High King Fingolfin, but they were separated for a second time, when Erfaron was chosen to fight in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and Ospiel was left behind to guard the gateway into Hithlum. When the Easterlings poured into Barad Eithel at battles’ end, Ospiel believed them to be her Mortal allies, learning too late that Fingon had been slain and his army broken. The bulk of Elves in Hithlum were hunted down and taken as thralls to Angband, but Ospiel knew her homeland well, and escaped into the wild. She did loiter a time and try to bring aide to the Mortals now enslaved in Dor-Lomin, but when she stole food for them, and they were found with it, many of the Men were killed as punishment, and their widows begged her to leave them be. With nothing left, Ospiel wandered the wilds, evading the Orcs who now roamed at will, until more than thirty years later, she met with a party of Mole Survivors from the fallen city of Gondolin. Learning that their leader Hatholdir was a mutual friend of Erfaron, she went with them, in hopes of finding her old friend again. But Erfaron was elsewhere, for all that he had survived, and Hatholdir fed his new friend the ruse that Erfaron was being held against his will, by Tirindo and Aigronding, in the aftermath of Gondolin's fall. For many years they hunted for where they might 'save' him, until finally they heard about the refuge camp at Sirion Delta.


Hatholdir had been a good friend to Erfaron, at a time when he most needed one. The climax of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad had of course seen High King Fingon surrounded and slain with a small clutch of his most loyal soldiers, by the terror of Balrogs. Erfaron had escaped this fate by a twist of fate where Captain Earcolante recognised his son, Earculinta, in peril upon the battlefield, and unable to compromise his own position, ordered Erfaron toward lending aid in his stead. Earculinta had been a childhood associate of Feapoldie, and the last thing Erfaron was keen to do was help an old rival, rather than protect his beloved king. But he owed Earcolante much and did as he was told, meaning to come back in no time. But at the moment Earculinta was within reach, Fingon and his guard, including Earcolante, were brutally slain. Deciding to honour his captain’s final wish, Erfaron saw Earculinta back to Gondolin, only to discover that Feapoldie was there, and she had married someone else. They even had a child already come to adulthood, a daughter, Nariel. Unwilling to face the inescapable truth that his only love would never now be his, he sought to leave Gondolin, and was informed that was against the King’s law. Finally he had found the city which he had sought so long, and now he wished that he was anywhere but there.

Feapoldie’s brother, Tirindo, reluctantly took Erfaron into his home, a lodgehouse for batchelors and the like, and vowed to keep the younger elf from ruining Fea’s happy family. He organised for Erfaron to find work with the masons, based on his experience with his father’s business back in Aman, but Erfaron had mind only to be free of the place, and purposely sabotaged the Stone Gate of Gondolin to a jammed state, so he could depart. Alas he had overlooked the Wooden Gate beyond it and instead was faced with the fury of a great many Gondolindrim who were forced to work through the night to release the Stone gate. Roina of Tirion, was amongst those who was consulted on this debacle, and she reunited Erfaron with Aigronding, now her husband and the father to their two fine children.Their happiness did little to convince Erfaron of anything but his own unhappiness, in contrast, and he planned to drink Tirindo’s cellar dry and throw himself from the highest point in the city, and be done.


The location he had selected was the point where Prince Maeglin’s father, Eol, had been sentenced to death by King Turgon, for the murder of his estranged wife, Aredhel. So it was that when the despairing young Elf made to greet his death, he found the prince of the realm objecting to bear witness. The upshot of a long conversation about living with an unrequited romance was mostly lost upon Erfaron, who’s mind was drowned in Tirindo’s wine. Wakening the next morning, he found that he had enlisted in the House of Mole, and there was no turning back. Maeglin placed his latest recruit into the custody of Hatholdir Narroval, a famed metallurgist who had come to serve Maeglin after publicly quarrelling with Lord Rog of the House of Hammers of Wrath. Between Hatholdir, his best friend Hrango, and the Prince Maeglin, soon Erfaron found himself surprisingly at peace and for the first time in a long time, whiling his days in labour at the mines of Anghabar, he almost forgot his broken heart.

That does not mean that he utterly removed himself of Feapoldie however. Some roots run too deep, so during visits to keep friends with Aigronding, and dealing with Tirindo’s criticism, Erfaron ceased not watching Feapoldie. His greatest means of following her life was through her daughter Nariel, whom he engaged with in dance at court, mostly to infuriate and make his old love jealous. Another contact through whom he kept tabs upon Fea, was young Ohtarien, the daughter of Earculinta. She who begged to hear his tales of her grandfather, Earcolante, and spent much time in the watch of Feapoldie and Nariel while her father was at work. It was an unfortunate thing that Ohtarien was cruelly bullied by some older children, just after Feapoldie had found Erfaron talking with the two girls, and warned him to never go near either of them again. For the sake of trying to win back Feapoldie, he obliged, and did not intervene when Ohtarien was badly hurt, though he stood at hand. To noone’s surprise, Feapoldie now held his inaction against him, and swore that she would hate him forever. This was becoming a tired threat of course.


The Fall of Gondolin came as a surprise to many, though there are claims that Maeglin and his House of Mole were actively involved in abetting the Enemy that breached their hidden home. Nariel’s father was slain in battle (as one of the House of Swallows) and it transpired that Erfaron, seeing the Elf plummet from the wall close to Lord Duilin, ended Fea’s husband’s life, as he was already injured by the crushing onslaught of advancing Orcs. It is uncertain whether this was a case of mercy on Erfaron’s part, or a determination to see Fea made a widow, but regardless, Tirindo who witnessed the entire thing, feared the worst and was understandably furious.

As stated, Erfaron found himself at the House of Tuor, where his Lord and the Mortal Lord Tuor battled on the precipice. When Tuor threw the Royal Elf to his death, Erfaron forgot his earlier vow to never raise arms against his fellow Elves again. He slew several of the House of Swan Wing in an effort to reach and smite at Tuor, but in witnessing Aigronding hurl Hatholdir over the cliff, in Maeglin’s wake, Erfaron found his progress stalled, and soon then found himself at the mercy of Aigronding, his old friend. Urged to flee, rather than face his certain death, Erfaron took the path to Feapoldie’s home, knowing her now to be left without any protector.

The house was already ablaze by the time he got there, with Nariel within seeking her father’s medicinal supplies to help the injured upon their flight. Fea was adamant against leaving for the way of escape, until her husband came home and from there away with them. Still she demanded he help Nariel out of a small window to escape the blazing house first. When it came time to go back for his one love, Orcs had descended upon the street, seeking to drag off survivors. Fea physically withdrew from her only escape route, until Erfaron heeded her wish that he protect Nariel from the oncoming assailants. Faced with her infamous obstinacy, he gave in, but during the course of fighting off the Orcs, he and Nariel were struck by a horrendous scream emanating from the house. Fea’s long red hair had caught aflame and she burned alive, her wails of anguish the soundtrack to their desperate struggle. Once the Orcs were dispatched, Erfaron moved to fling himself into the still burning house as well, and be done with it. He had lost all that he cared to fight for. It was left to the young, traumatised and now orphaned Nariel to hit him with the rebuke that he had promised Fea to see her daughter made safe.

Nariel led their way to the Way of Escape where they reunited with a small clutch of their surviving friends and relatives. Tirindo did not believe that Erfaron had not been complicent In the death of Feapoldie, but Nariel would have the two keep peace. So Tirindo made compromise by taking Erfaron into his custody, eager to interrogate the Mole of how far Maeglin’s treachery had gone. The flight from Gondolin was perilous and not all those who left from the city were still amongst them when they finally found sanctuary at the Delta of Sirion. Aigronding’s mother, Aimira confronted Erfaron as to his treachery against those who had shown him kindness, naming amongst others the murder of her husband/Aigronding's father who had perished in the fall. Their poignant conversation was interrupted by Orcs pursuing the desperate/wearied survivors so, although Erfaron’s stolen Swan sword had been confiscated by Tirindo, Nariel gave it back to him, that he could assist in fighting off their attackers. From that point on, Tirindo was forced to forget any thoughts of binding the devastated Mole, who was barely in any fit mind to think of causing mischief or much else, in the wake of the disaster. He had lost his Feapoldie, his Lord Maeglin, his friends Hatholdir and Hrango. And everybody wanted him dead, now even Ohtarien, whose friend’s he had slain during the conflict.

The accusation began to grow after, that Hatholdir had survived Aigronding's assault in the fallen city, and had somehow diverted Orc ambushes toward Aigronding’s party as revenge, an accusation which Erfaron utterly ignored, for he had seen his old friend throw his new friend to a certain death. However, as the lonely Mole survivor took a secret refuge in the new built home of Tirindo and Nariel, he discovered Hatholdir and Hrango tunnelling in to make their secret rendez-vous with him, a rescue as it were, from his ‘captors’. For the sake of Nariel though, who he had sworn to protect with his life, his final promise to Feapoldie, he refused to go with his friends and stayed instead in Sirion. Hatholdir warned him he would regret it, but could not change his mind.

Less than a day later, the Feanoriens who had already assaulted Doriath, now came to lay waste to the refugee camp, in desperate hopes of finally claiming the lost Silmarilli. Tirindo and Erfaron were quarrelling over whether the secret tunnel in the basement had actually been crafted to forge links with Feanorien spies and, during the escalating argument, Tirindo shot Erfaron, not to kill, but to merely keep him out of the way, while the Archer meant to join the fray. Feanoriens barged into their home, led by Dalvar, younger brother to Herumacil. Seeing Erfaron injured, he believed the Mole’s plea that he wished to ‘kill this one himself’ and left the Mole to murder the Swallow, while he (Dalvar) waited for Tirindo's wife, Halyanis (sister to Herumacil and Dalvar) to come back. While Erfaron’s old associate guarded the small house, the inhabitants escaped into the secret tunnel but during a further quarrel where Tirindo did not wish to flee without his wife, the Mole hit his warden over the back of the head and moved to depart alone. Nariel, torn between the uncle whom her mother had been estranged from and the Mole who had saved her life, opted to go with Erfaron, for he was bleeding and she feared for needless death. Tirindo was safe where he was stowed, although he did not stir back to consciousness until after the battle was over. By then, his niece and his now-assumed nemesis were long away.

Erfaron had become acquainted with many kinds of people during his hundred year wander, and one of the most intriguing that Earenolwe had introduced him to back then, were the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains. The Dwarvish Road was therefore now his destination, reasoning that the closeted people were unlike to care which side they favoured in a civil Elvish war. Nariel attended to his injuries until they were too far gone for her to return alone to her friends and family in Sirion. Her guardian proclaimed it unsafe for her to travel alone and further, that they would all despise her now regardless, for having elected to come away with him instead of stay with them. They took sanctuary in the Dwarvish Halls and emigrated further East into Eriador before the War of Wrath destroyed Beleriand. Erfaron had a want to now locate Hatholdir, but Nariel still blamed the elder Mole for the ambush and being a bad influence, and proclaimed that if Erfaron would seek out Hatholdir, he would have to forego her. Having turned his back so many years before on Feapoldie, losing her for good in the process, it was beyond the now rogue Elf to give up on Nariel as well. She was all that remained of Feapoldie in all the world after all. He might have saved her from the fire, but she saved him a dozen times over in the times that followed. For he protected her in the wild world she had never known before, and she protected him from thoughts of a life wasted. So long as she was safe, and a blessing to the world, he could figure that he’d done at least something right, after all the mistakes.



The Second Age found them rarely, for they roamed incessantly. Few in settled societies would long entertain a Mole, and Erfaron was unrepentant as to his allegiance. As far as he was concerned, there was scarcely an Elf alive who hadn’t killed their own kind in the First Age, so it was hypocritical for the apparent rest of them to act as though Maeglin’s folk were the only ones who’d ever erred at the House of Tuor. Furtherso he claimed that Maeglin had been innocent of all that he was later accused of, that it had been an opportunistic move on the part of Tuor to slay his greatest rival to the Elvish throne and create a scapegoat in the meantime that left the Mortal the hero of the hour. It must be said that Nariel tired of these theories, but entertained the notion that it was the only way her now friend could cope with the guilt of the city’s devastation. It was certainly his go to answer when he doubted if he ought to have sought Hatholdir. The news that Mole Survivors had followed Narroval to a new city, on a safe secluded island, often tormented Erfaron with a hope for reunion. But still he stated that he would never again live where he must be hemmed in, even for the sake of safety. He was not ashamed of having been one of Maeglin’s folk, and he would not hide away as though he was. Let the world face him and deal with it !

Hearing that Ohtarien and Aigronding were both dwelling in the new realm of Eregion however, the unlikely companions set out to be reunited with their mutual associates. Erfaron was hesitant, more so than Nariel, who had overcome her fear that they might be displeased with her, by the thought of how much she had missed them. The nomadic lifestyle which Erfaron favoured was not of her choosing. Of course within hours of her finding Ohtarien, and the two embracing each other, Erfaron was engaged in a duel with a survivor of the House of Fountain. Celebrimbor insisted that, since blood was drawn, the two were held in custody until they each apologised, and it was some time before either proud neck would bend. By then, Nariel had decided to stay in Eregion with her friends, and Erfaron wanted nothing more than to never see the place again. Aigronding offered him a place in the new Mining business he had established, but his old friend worried that the choice of industry was a direct blow meant to injure Hatholdir’s own enterprise abroad. Having turned down the option of working for the one friend, he thus refused the other also, and removed himself to Khazad-Dum, again turning to the Dwarves rather than make a choice between two good friends who happened to hate each other.

When Eregion was sacked by Sauron, Erfaron was deep underground with his Dwarvish associate, Igneous (Iggy) Bloodbeard. Nariel escaped the destruction, fleeing with Ohtarien and Aigronding and others into the valley of Imladris. By the time Erfaron to seek her in the ruins of Ost-en-Edhil, there was no sign of his new obsession. He and Iggy were drawn into a cat and mouse guerrilla war game with the rampaging foe which now occupied Eriador, which had it’s highs (such as when they collapsed part of the destroyed city onto an encampment of Orcs who were squatting there) and it’s lows (when the Elf and Dwarf were found, outnumbered, and duely interrogated as to where Elrond and his people were hidden). The fact that they did not know of Imladris was not properly believed, and much damage was done in the convincing to give up information that they never had.

It was fortunate that this dark time occurred toward the end of Sauron’s hold over Eriador. Lindon and Numenor had allied to strike at the Abhorred foe, and Elrond was freed of his siege in the hidden valley. Hatholdir’s forces, seeking recognition and the scavenging of lost treasures of Eregion, assaulted the Orcish camp where Erfaron and Iggy were being held. He was unconscious when Ospiel succoured him to a place of safety, returning the silver ring of engagement which she recognised of great importance, and which (therefore) the Orcs had robbed of him. A half-woken haze convinced him that the spirit of Feapoldie was urging him to wake back unto life, and Ospiel returned to Hatholdir’s island, convinced that her friend would be forever entangled in a prison of his own making. For no satisfaction could ever come, especially now, from his continued obsession with Feapoldie. Still Erfaron did not come to Tol Noldare to thank Hatholdir for the impromptu rescue, so he never realised that Ospiel was even alive, let alone in the service of one of his oldest friends. Nariel fell into his arms, devastated at the loss of yet another city she had thought her home, and swore that she would never take another home that she would never lose such love again. Her fury against Hatholdir was not spent, and Iggy drew all praise from Nariel for keeping her favourite Mole alive.

By now Erfaron’s mother was actively seeking him to urge her son home to Aman, but though they were reunited, he refused to abandon Endor, so long as there were friends there he could not forsake. Nariel for a one, was keen to further explore the world, and that was their purpose. But for all that she favoured staying In cities and touring civilisation, he far preferred the wilds. No business or industry did he seek for himself, having foregone the use of even his noble family name for centuries now. All that could be took of him, he deemed no want to obtain, except for Nariel. For her sake he sat out all the conflicts of the years to come, guarding her in secret Dwarvish halls. The Last Alliance, the Angmarian/Rhudaurian insult in Arnor .. they were no part of any of it. And for the sake of keeping her from harm, he endured the calls of coward, consoling them both with the assumption that no Mole would warrant invitation or trust from any Captain of Elvendom alive. Except of course for Hatholdir, whom he chose not, for the sake of Nariel.


It was not until the Third Age began to idle towards conclusion that Nariel fell in love, with a sailor of Lindon, named Tharmaras. It was not an easy thing for Erfaron to relinquish his grasp over the young She-elf he had considered his responsibility for over 6000 years. Still, she had her mother’s obstinacy, and in the end would not be refused. Erfaron took up his mother’s advice to seek answers of his future now from the stars at his Uncle’s starguild in Tol Sangwa. He found instead a clutch of Umbarian Corsairs infiltrating the coastline and, after conducting a one-man sabotage of their camp, he narrowly escaped with his life and fled to the nearest place he knew would find him safe. Tol Noldare : the self-proclaimed kingdom of Hatholdir.

It was Ospiel who met Erfaron upon the shores and readied him to understand all the work that Hatholdir had done in the years they’d been apart. She was now one of his trusted captains, and the Island transpired to be not unlike some leftover of Hithlum. The mist over the mountains, and the Moles, the mining .. it was a home that Erfaron had never asked for but found incredibly hard to turn down and he spent three years there, reuniting with Ospiel and Hatholdir both. But failing to accept the terms by which Hatholdir 'saved' the Mortal slaves he 'bought' from marauding Corsairs, Erfaron determined to leave, his yearning for freedom from any one place gnawing at his heels. Ospiel set out with him, to ensure that he did not tell all of Hatholdir's dealings to Aigronding; who would doubtless encourage Lord Elrond to strike against Hatholdir in outrage. Caught again between the still bitter rivals, Erfaron was relieved as well as sad when Aigronding and Roina took sail (safely) back to Valinor. Ercassie was of course by now wed to her handsome sailor Tharmaras, with children of her own to raise. And Ospiel .. well, Silosse thanked and cursed the stars alike, for granting her lonely son his dear friend back, when all his other friends were seemingly lost to him. Yet delaying, yet further, his decision to finally sail back home with her, until he had shown Ospiel all the wilds of the world where they could rediscover their love for adventure.
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Name: Númenyraumion (Son of the Western Storm)
Gender: Male
Age: 4563 as of TA 3014
Location: Númenyraumion was born in the city of Andúnië, but after the fall of Númenor, he dwelt for a time in Lindon before setting out to be a nomad
Appearance: Númenyraumion is of average height for a Teleri Elf, standing roughly 6’ he has a slender, wiry build that has only become more wiry during his wanderings, he has silvery white hair with the odd streak of blue, his skin is olive, but wind and sun burned, his eyes are hetrochromatic, one blue and one brown
Personality: Born during a blizzard in the spring of 1892 SA, Númenyraumion has a very tempestuous nature, quick to argue and prone to sarcasm. While living on Númenor he was wild and good natured, but after the end of the Second Age, he became more sullen and moody, prone fits of rage and melancholy, during his nomadic period, he learned to temper some of his more outrageous personality traits but he is still considered emotional by the standards of his people
Interests: Númenyraumion has trained in the art of song, while nowhere near as powerful as the likes of Maglor and Daeron, Númenyraumion is considered one of the more powerful bardic knights; during the TA Númenyraumion took it upon himself to begin hearing and retelling the stories and folktales of all those he meant, effectively become a seanchaí, he has also learned the languages of Ravens, Ents, turning some of their stories into epic poems
Weapons: his aforementioned voice with a vocal range of tenore di grazia to bass-baritone, and an arming sword called Métimamuntë
Pets: none
History: Númenyraumion was born during a freak spring blizzard in the year 1982 SA on Númenor. Being one of only a few Elves on an island where Elves were facing increasing isolation and hositility, Númenyraumion befriended Tyelpelfindis, and tutored under her until he had to go into hiding during the reign of Ar-Pharazôn. While in hiding, he befriended the Númenorean Lord Anárion and the Half-Elven Lady Inziladûn. He fought in the Last Alliance, securing a position in the army near Anárion. He was with him when he was struck by a stone from the Dark Tower and died. It was after this that he threw himself into wandering.
[Third Age Material to be added later]
Tyelpelfindis and Inziladûn used with @Moriel's permission
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Name: Niphredin
Gender: M
Age: 6600 ish
Location: Rivendell
Appearance: short shaggy black hair, pale black eyes, and fair skin
Personality: valiant and duty-driven
Interests: fulfilling orders and travelling
Weapons: long sword and dirk
History: Son of Niphred, a Falathrim who fell in the First Age, and Olórëa, a Noldorin maiden who crossed the Grinding Ice into Beleriand long since returned to the West. There's a story there, he'll tell you if you ask him or I might get bored.
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Name: Almarëa Mordollwen
Gender: Female
Age: She was born in Valinor, and was still a child when the Noldor left.
Location: Imladris (also Lindon, at times)
Appearance: Long dark brown hair that falls past her waist; green eyes. 5'11". Slender and athletic. She has a faint scar under her collarbone.
Personality: Intelligent, competitive, adventurous, and solitary - Almarëa was a rambunctious, mischievous elleth, and the cause of great consternation for her parents, given how good she was at finding trouble. As an adult, she is more private and withdrawn, but just as fiercely independent.
Weapons: Almarëa has trained with the bow since the age of three. She is a competent swordswoman, and carries a dagger than used to be her twin brother Calanon's.
Pets: None

History:
Almarëa and her twin brother Calanon were born in Valinor in Y.T. 4992 to Noldorin parents Nestaron and Earyendë. After following Turgon out of Aman, they settled in Nevrast, before moving to Gondolin when the city was founded. Almarëa and her brother served in the House of the Golden Flower untili the Fall, when both Earyendë and Calanon were slain. She became a kinslayer at the Mouths of Sirion. At the end of the First Age, she chose not to return to Aman, but settled first in Lindon, then moved to Eregion until its fall. After the War of the Elves and Sauron, she settled in Imladris, and fought in the Last Alliance.

In T.A. 23, she inexplicably left her friends in Lindon and Rivendell - disappearing completely despite their attempts to track her - and spent the next three thousand years travelling, first by herself, and after T.A. 1870, as part of a wandering company of elves. She returned to Imladris in T.A. 3010, where she joined the Host of the Eldar and travelled to Lórien to train as a healer. She returned to Imladris, rejoining the guard, and briefly served as Minestor of the Adab Nestad. She is happiest in the company of Raina and Lindariel, her two oldest living friends, and has made frequent sojourns to Lindon since her return. Thus far, she has not allowed Raina to persuade her to settle in Lindon permanently, but she has definitely been tempted.
She/her. Almarëa - Rivendell / Jaena - Lone Lands (T.A.) and Gondor (F.A.) / Layna - Mordor

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Name: Androthelm Whitemane
Age: Born TA 2923. Old.
Race: Man.
Arms: His spear, Béma’s Bite. His harp. His steed, the long-lived Éohelm.
Appearance: A man of middling height, wrinkled and withered but sturdy still. His beard and his hair are long and snow-white, lending him his epithet.
History: A son of Rohan who long ago braved the Gap and travelled the long wilds of Lost Arnor, there are few places to which the Whitemane has not traveled. From Dale to Dol Amroth he has ridden, and gazed, too, from Mithlond over the Great Sea and tasted the wines of Dorwinion on the coasts of Rhûn.
In Mirkwood he was named Elf-friend by Thranduil’s folk and in Dale he learned the songs of Thorin and Thráin and Thrór, and can claim even to have looked down through the shallows of the Long Lake on the glittering remains of Smaug.
It is Rivendell, though, in the House of Elrond, where the Whitemane has spent his white-maned years, and perhaps he has grown a touch hobbit-ish with long living and journeys westward to peaceful lands. But it is the songs of the Riddermark that he sings, and he dreams (when he does not dream of hunting in the Greenwood or the tragic songs of Beleriand) of Edoras, and of the Hammerhand, and of the ceaseless pounding of hooves.
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Name:
Quenya. Father-name; Hwestarama (Breeze-Wing). Amilessë apacenyë (mother-name of foresight); Lantaelen (Fallen-Star). Epessë (After-name, post-First Age): Hecildo (Outcast/Forsaken).

Sindarin. Dannagîl (Translation of Lantaelen, Fallen-Star).

Title:
Brannon uin Himring, Lieutenant of the Ever-Cold.

Gender:
Male.

Age:
b. 1399YT (the year before Melkor was released).
8016 as of 3018 Third Age.

Location:
First Age: Himring, Amon Ereb
Second/Third Age: Forodwaith, north of Lindon.

Appearance:
First Age: Dark haired in the manner of Noldo, Lantaelen is a tall elf, born in the light of the trees, evident in his amethyst hued eyes. Wrought like any proud warrior of that race, he has broad shoulders, long limbs, and a strong chest. He is heavily scarred from battle, bearing a deep scar diagonal across his face, as well as many others upon his body, the price he pays for his pride and stubborn haughtiness.
Third Age: Slender and gaunt, with silver streaks tainting his dishevelled hair and empty, sullen eyes, like faded dye of a shirt much soaked in running water. At least a full hundred pounds less than what he used to be, his body no longer straight and hunched from centuries of sulking and sullen, downcast expression. It’s a marvel he isn’t blown away in the wind, being on the cusp of fading from the material world.

Weapons:
First Age: Feanorian forged sword and shield. Feanorian forged breastplate, shoulder paudrons, vambraces, greaves, and steel boots. Tall helm, plumed with red-dyed horse hair. Sombre crimson cloak.
Third Age: None.

Personality:
First Age: Proud and learned, determined and full of conviction. A great-grandson of an Unbegotten (those created by Eru, without parents, the first elves to awake). Afterwards, still young and impressionable, he fell prey to the fiery sermons of Feanor during the Darkening of Valinor and committed wholeheartedly to the cause. Brash and reckless, he too swore an Oath in his own heart to Eru, never to lay down his blade until the heirlooms of the House of Feanor were returned to them. His Oath is now impossible to fulfill, though hardheaded and stubborn he refused for a time to give up hope, following the Sons of Feanor, with great loyalty to Maedhros, to whom he had friendship to some degree in Aman. Quick to laugh, quick to fury, and quick to answer any challenge. Very egotistical and unforgiving. Sneers upon Sindarin and those not of pure Noldorin stock.
Post First Age: Broken and lamenting, Lantaelen is a pale shadow of his former self, having had everything taken from him, be it his friends, his home, his lord and purpose in life. An infamous kinslayer, he no longer has any community, whether Feanorian or otherwise, to draw on, regulating himself to hermitage and isolation in the north of Middle-Earth, where he still dwells, a downward spiralling spirit of remorse from which he cannot escape from. Frail and generally strays away from fights. Trapped between seeking death and prolonging his misery as a form of punishment and self-inflicted torment.

History:
Year of the Trees:
Born in Aman in the Year of the Trees 1399, Lantaelen entered into the world as the only son of Calairien (Sea-Light), his mother, and Winyáraner (Clear-Dawn), his father, both of the Deep-Elves, in the city of Tirion. He was born a year before Melkor was released from the last age of captivity. At his birth, his mother Calairien, with the rare power of foresight coming to her in that hour, proclaimed that he should be called Lantaelen, the Fallen-Star, though she didn’t explain to Winyáraner why. He had named his son, Hwestarama, Breeze-Wing, predicting too with accuracy that he should be agile and swift of limb. Deeming the world to be at peace and not thinking his Amilessë to be a name of foreboding, Winyáraner assumed Lantaelen to be an indication of their son’s radiant eyes, which were a rare violet, bright with the light of the trees which he had been born in sight of. A star of Varda which had come to Arda he often said, but Calairien was ever silent on this and neither condoned or condemned it.

His youth he spent almost entirely in Tirion, enticed with the arts of the Noldor which they made with their skill and knowledge. To the working of metals and jewelry he was most excited, admiring how such adamant materials could be fashioned and changed into something of beauty or use. The wilds and vegetation of Aman he disregarded, thinking it frail for these purposes. The work of Feanor he admired greatest, though rarely did he attempt any such smithing or crafting with his own hands. Wrestling he most enjoyed, as well as horse-racing and other competitions that required cunning and guile and not only strength to prevail. To the House of Tulkas he often frequented, observing the contests of strength, learning from observation and examination of technique. He undertook his coming of age in this fashion, contesting himself against three opponents with vigour and skill.

In the fading years of the Bliss of Aman, Lantaelen entered into the fullness of adulthood, just as Melkor began to spread deceit and deception among the Noldor. Of the fashioning of shields and swords he taught them, to which Lantaelen, through like-minded individuals similar in age and mind, had introduced to him in secret. Winyáraner would come to loathe the name he had given his son, thinking he might excel in the art of the hunt or other sports, instead learning his child had become proficient with the use of blade, a tool meant solely for the taking of life and not a product of Noldorin thinking. A shield too he crafted, which he ever bore in public as many Noldorin did, bearing the reverse image of a crescent moon. And thus did his pride grow, unchecked and unbalanced, fueled by the lies of Melkor propagated through Lantaelen’s fellows.

Possessing a liking for decisiveness and action, he tended to stray more to the councils of Feanor and his followers, rather than those of the Valar. With his father he often contested these views, disliking Winyáraner’s allegiance to the House of Finarfin, preferring himself the company of mighty elves like Maedhros the Tall and Celegorm the Hunter, the former of whose service he was accepted into, joining the household of the Prince, third in line to the Noldorin Kingdom. The Valar he thought were benevolent but cruel overlords, restricting the Noldor from fulfilling their true potential, having removed them from Middle-Earth for a reason. To these heated debates, Calairien participated little or not at all.

During the Darkening, he adhered most in thought and mind to the sermon of Feanor, dreaming of the ordering of lands yet unseen and unimaginable that had been left behind in Middle-Earth. Most readily did he pledge his sword and shield and among the vanguard of the host he could be found in those days, ever ready to put himself at the service of Feanor or his Sons. Into the First Kinslaying at Alqualonde he participated most readily and stained his sword with the blood of the Teleri, a deed he often justified by repeating the lie that the Valar had set them against the departure of the Noldor and the fulfilling of their ultimate destiny as custodians of Middle-Earth. Out of utter loyalty unto the elf he deemed his King and overlord, he also served in the burning of the ships, despite Maedhros his patron standing by.

To the death of Feanor, he was not present, being elsewhere under the command of Maedhros. Yet to the tragic parley which Morgoth offered in the aftermath of Feanor’s death, he accompanied Maedhros in the strong guard he took with him, hoping to surprise those of Morgoth. But deceiving the master of lies was impossible and there were Balrogs, who struck Lantaelen with such a fear he would never feel, unless he was brought to Morgoth himself. With all the guard, his friends and companions from Tirion, he was overwhelm and struck down, burned terribly with the whips and swords of flame which the demons carried. Only the timely fall of the body of a comrade upon his own was he overlooked when the orcs and Balrogs seized Maedhros, who contested alone. He was later found unconscious among the slain, along with a few other survivors, and the tale was recounted to Maglor and the other Sons of Feanor when they arrived.

Smitten with whips of fire and terrible orc wounds, Lantaelen was confined to his bed for much of the next several years, absent during the coming of Fingolfin and the rescue of his Lord. Thus did he come into the First Age, awakening after many long months of rest, both physical and spiritual, from the assault by the Balrogs, opening his eyes to the first rays of the sun. It was not until the removal of the Sons of Feanor into the east did he rise from his healing slumber and relocated to Himring, where he took vigorously to the building of that fortress, deeming it his new home and place of abode. It was in this time he developed great talents as an administrator and captain of elves, earning the trust and councils of Lord Maedhros, his liege. In the long years of peace and watchful siege that followed, he served as the Lieutenant of Himring, tasking himself with whatever duty, servicing, or quest his liege set him upon.

Work and the bustle of a military fort were his sole occupation, for only in exerting himself tremendously in such labour could he keep the darkness of his mind at bay, knowing that the blood of his kin stained his blade…

Second Age/Third Age:
Coming Soon
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Name: Percy Fincham, but I just go by Fincham.
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Birthplace: Trestlebridge, North Downs
Current residence: Bree-town
Profession: Server/bartender at The Prancing Pony
Hair: A faded brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Family/History: Hard to call us a family anymore, really. My dad’s missing, but everyone knows he’s dead—killed by the Orcs he was hunting. He’s been gone more than a year and the only person who refuses to accept that he’s dead is my ma, who’s driven herself mad with waiting and hoping. She’s why we moved out of Trestlebridge in the first place—just me and her, I don’t have any brothers or sisters. We’ve got family in Trestlebridge, but I wanted to get Ma out of there, since she’s really losing her mind waiting for my dad and the raids ain’t helping. Our house caught fire that night and we still can’t go in that one room because it’s all blackened and crumbling. My cousin and his family lives in Archet Dale, and they offered to give her a place to live so she can heal and start coming to terms with the facts of life, or should I say the facts of death—mainly my dad’s. I took her to Archet after the fire. She didn’t want to go but I didn’t give her a choice. She has a little room at the top of their house, not much more than an attic but it’s warm enough in winter and cool enough in summer. We did it up real nice, with the carpet from her bedroom at home, a quilt on the bed, and a rocking chair by the window where she can sit and knit. I hope she knits. It will keep her together. Knit one, purl two, that's the secret to living, she always says. Of course they didn’t have room for me and I couldn’t find work in Archet or Combe, which are closest to where she’s living now. So I went on to Bree-town, because I’d heard tell there’s more than enough work to be had here. I don’t have much of a trade; I like to cook and I like to make drinks. I’d worked at a tavern in Trestlebridge since I was scarce more than a boy, and I’d worked my way up the ranks over the years till I was half barkeep, half assistant cook. It hurts to leave everything I worked for, but we weren’t getting much business anyways these days—everyone’s going south, everyone’s giving up on Trestlebridge. I always said I never would and I still wouldn’t if it weren’t for Ma. But I’m closer to Ma in Bree-town and I want to stay that way. I found work pretty quick, almost by stroke of luck, pouring drinks at Bree's biggest, famousest inn, The Prancing Pony. It ain't bad work, all things said and done. You meet a lot of interesting people and you get free food most days. I’m renting a room above a candlemaker’s shop near the West Gate. The candlemaker himself used to live here when he was my age but now he’s a lot older (a lot) and has a family and they live in a house across the way. Not enough room for his wife and three kids, who are all grown up and I haven’t properly met. It’s a small room but it’s good enough for me. At least it ain’t burning every other night. At least Ma’s safe and far away from Trestlebridge and hopefully thoughts of Dad. I visit her on my days off now, and I tell myself she's doing better. The air is cleaner down here. She can breathe.

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Ospiel Iuliel



Name (s) : She is named as ‘Ospiel’, the daughter of smoke. A name that refers largely to her talents in concealment, and evasion of capture. She is extremely difficult to leave a lasting impression upon. Also she once set accidentally set fire to her Captain’s cloak during a early scouting camp-out. Her epesse is Iuliel, daughter of ashes which seems not dissimilar to her usual alias, but refers specifically to her survival after Balrogs obliviously devastated her home when they rushed to aide Melkor against Ungoliant, in Lammoth.
Erfaron calls her Nyéni, which is Quenyan for ‘she-goat’, due to the fact that she can out-climb him, and is extremely obstinate.

Heritage : Sindar. 100% Moriquendi

Year and Place of Birth : She was come to adulthood by the time of the First Battle of Beleriand. Born in Lammoth, in the shadow of the Ered Lómin


Physical Appearance : Ospiel is slight and pale skinned with grey eyes and long lightless hair. She wears her ebony tresses usually down, flat and straight as the mane possess little life or bounce unless it is encouraged toward fashion, which she has little time for. She has a tendency toward dull colours where it comes to her apparel, in order to further her usual camouflage. Greys and altered shades of black are her favourites although she will be flexible with her dress as per environment requires. In dressing for formal occasions however, she favours pure white garb, to reflect the quiet enjoyment in knowing she will not have to wash blood or dirt out of her gowns.


Personality : Ospiel is no nonsense, although not austere. She is not used to fine company or etiquette and is certainly more at home in the simplicities of the wild rather than in fastidious opulence. For all this she feels rich in freedom and useful pursuits. She does not afford great time to the complexities of peoples' feelings and thus guards the small few friends she has grown 'accustomed' to close, rather than face having to go through the whole rigmarole of 'making' a new friend. She is an eager hunter and an able scout, and her heart remains always enamoured of her homeland, Hithlum. She is fiercely loyal, cares more for her own opinions than what may be popular. For all this, she rarely proves subordinate to persons in authority which means that when she does it is significant enough to often cause doubt in her superiors. She will not hold back from partaking in matters/missions which she does not agree with, mostly so that their instigator must be forced to face her unspoken ‘I told you so’ at all times.



The rest of the stuff : Ospiel was raised by Sindar parents in a small homestead at the foot of the Ered Lómin. Her parents were among the Eglath who wandered Beleriand in search of the errant Teleri King Elu Thingol, their search forsaken as they strayed as far as the reaches of the Helcaraxe, before turning back. Having discovered not their leader but an attraction for one another, Ospiel’s parents settled in the first hospitable encampment that they could reason to make permanent. Their closest neighbours were the Sindarin Lords of Ost Morrhafn, whose sigil was the raven, and with whom they sometimes made trade and found company. Ospiel was their youngest child, left alone after both her parents and elder brother fell foul of Balrogs obliviously desecrating their small home during their haste to succour Melkor in his quarrel with Ungoliant upon the shores of Lammoth.

The glorious arrival of Feanor and his host soon performed a sequel of wonder and terror for the young Sinda to observe, though she was too cowed by their immediate arson of swanships and dared not to approach them, associating them no more kindly than the demons which had robbed her of her peace. No stranger to the mountains and the caves, the Sinda wandered thereabouts with enough competency and common sense to have survived indefinitely. Except that she did not envisage spending the remainder of her Immortal life alone. Seeking out the Lady Crabanel of Ost Morrhafn, she learnt that many of the Sindar of that estate had offered their service to the latterly arrived Fingolfin and his supporters. Having survived the Helcaraxe which her parents had spoke of with such a dread, Ospiel felt these Noldor might be worth her aligning with.


In the years that followed she served as a scout and tracker, a competent archer and overall sentry in the army of Fingon. There she met Erfaron, a former Feanorien who had followed the Crown of the Noldor from disposed Maedhros to the newly appointed High King Fingolfin. Despite his being a city-born Calaquendi whom she initially laughed at, the two of them found a mutual outsidership in one another, from the bulk of the Helcaraxe-surviving soldiers. Together they served under the command of Earcolante, the Halberdier, partaking in the Dagor Aglareb and Dagor Bragollach amidst countless escapades during the Siege of Angband. Although they were close, Ospiel was all too well aware of Erfaron’s stubborn attachment to a Noldorin fiancé with whom he had quarrelled and since separated. Rather than be jealous of this obstinate obsession, the Sinda mocked the notion of love incessantly, and claimed that she was the stronger for ever resisting it’s lure, were his sorry state of self the proof of what it did to a person of sound mind. She preferred to retain her sanity, and thought little that the silver ring upon his finger would ever matter to their own comradery.

When Erfaron went on his usual leave to visit friends (and the estranged fiancee) in Vinyamar, Ospiel was disheartened at the long absence she endured before his eventual return. On the eve of one such planned departure, she convinced Erfaron not to go 'like a dog for the amusement of Feapoldie', after watching him return from visits time and again unhappy. It was unfortunate that the following time it came for him to set out, he found that Feapoldie and all of the people of Vinyamar had disappeared. In confusion he spent the next hundred years searching for the mysterious vanished population, during which time Ospiel was disappointed that he must have gone with them into their cloistered sanctuary far beyond all reach. Deciding that she did not so much miss him, as not wish to bother with the trial of starting a whole new rigmarole of building friendship with somebody else, Ospiel was delighted when her friend returned. She did not ask him to beg his forgiveness for the lack of regard he had shown his command and his peers, for she was not his superior officer and she was not his keeper. She would not wish him to remain anywhere he did not wish to be. However, she did insist that he personally climb up and eradicate his name from the towering monument of remembrance where all their lost and fallen brethren had been immortalised, their memory carved into the hard stone.


Ospiel was not selected to march to war in the formidable Nirnaeth Arnoediad, for the realm of Hithlum could not be left unguarded after it’s main defense poured unto the almighty battle fields and never returned. She remained, one of the guard, left to keep order and ready for the return of the King and his campaigners. When Men rather than Elves were the first word of the Battle’s outcome, Ospiel was unaware that the Easterlings had betrayed her kin until it was too late. The remaining Elves of Hithlum were hunted out of their own land and driven off to serve as thralls in Angband, while the Women, children and remaining Men in Dor Lomin were left subservient to their new Easterling Masters.

Unwilling to be removed of her home against her will, Ospiel managed to evade all efforts to note or count her amongst her unhappy neighbours. She knew the wilds of her homeland far better than the invading insurgents and found the means to survive outside of the cities and towns. Efforts to assist the unfortunate enslaved Edain were ultimately a disaster. Her naive devotion in obtaining foods and medicines enough to soothe the mortals were soon tantamount to their despair, as the Easterlings she had stolen from found their lifted belongings in the possession of the slaves, who were cruelly punished, many of them executed as a warning. Bade to keep from making things worse, she sadly left Dor Lomin and withdrew back unto the mountains and caves which she knew best. But she was returned to loneliness.


The mention she had heard of Doriath, a kingdom where the Sindarin King Thingol reigned was reputed also to have ignored the Nirnaeth and thus outlasted the Noldorin Kingdoms which bore the brunt of Melkor’s vengeance. Ospiel elected to make that her new destination but passage through even the mountains was now more precarious than ever, and she was forced to accept that she would not have lasted forever in even the recesses of solitude which she counted refuge. Ultimately she met doom and her salvation on the self same day as she fell afoul of an Orc patrol within the Ered Wethrin.

Valiant attempts to escape the clutches of an enemy who here grossly outnumbered her, would have been in vain, were it not for the timely arrival of Hatholdir Narroval, a Mole fleeing the devastation of Gondolin with others of his corrupted House. Their kind was reviled in the wake of Prince Maeglin’s treachery but Ospiel was entirely unaware of the fate of Gondolin and they were thus considered her saviours, for all that they had been forced to bolt from the bulk of Gondolindrim survivors. Hatholdir had taken up the sword Anguirel from the ruined body of his Prince, and led all those that he could find to a place of seclusion where they might recover strength. They also had recovered several lonely rogues and renegades, of both Eldar and Edain, who were wandering the fraught realm of Beleriand in need of support. Ospiel was glad to learn from Hatholdir that Erfaron had survived the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, although Earcolante had been slain defending King Fingon. When she looked though for her old friend, she was schooled that he had been recruited by Maeglin once gathered to Gondolin yet, Hatholdir sadly informed her, their mutual associate had become separated during the flight from their fallen city. He was now amongst the other Gondolindrim survivors, favouring to face repulsion from the folk in Sirion for the sake of getting to know Nariel, orphaned daughter of his former fiancée and her equally deceased Sinda husband.


It transpired that Doriath also was lost to Elvendom, but Ospiel was caught up in the confidence of her new leader and was happy to remain with the Moles. Soon she was convinced of a plan where she and Hatholdir would 'rescue' Erfaron from his folly but, despite great undertakings of a tunnel meant to hasten him (and the girl, Nariel if necessary) safely back into the Mole throng, the Third Kinslaying occurred at Sirion first. And in it’s wake both Erfaron and his new ward were nowhere to be found. Hatholdir leant his attentions to the plight of the Edain whom Ospiel had beseeched him to liberate from Hithlum. And once more, war came before they could. The War of Wrath tore across all Beleriand, with Ospiel’s new friends collecting all those they found who’d been abandoned or unable to survive on their own. Eventually their number was enough that the company of Moles were actually thriving and in need of a new home. Escaping the afflicted regions when the Valar drowned all of Beleriand under water, Ospiel came to a new role of sentry and trusted guard for Hatholdir. The King of Moles they now counted her employer: Maeglin’s unofficial and very much ignoble successor.

From their safely isolated island (raised up after the remade maps of the world), Ospiel made her first venture into the mainland of what remained of Endor, at the conclusion of the Great War of the Elves versus Sauron in the Second Age. Charged with salvaging for Hatholdir what survivors and treasures could be scavenged from the ruins of Eregion, she was reunited with her old friend. Erfaron had not fared well during the Enemy’s occupation of Eriador, an arrogant crusade to hurl guerrilla like assaults at the Orcs and Evil folk had led to his inevitable capture. By the time she found him, at the conclusion of the war, in the holdings of an Orc named Sznahk, he was barely conscious. Elves though are hardy and do not break, though they may be still badly broken. Erfaron’s injuries were not life-threatening, but she understood he would be utterly embarrassed for her, for anyone, to have ever seen him so. In this understanding, she recovered the ring which had been took of him by Sznahk, and left him with that strength of faith and with those Elves heading to Imladris, where Nariel resided. To have re-entered his life as someone he owed that life to was not something she could do to the proud soul, and so she returned to Hatholdir and his island, and her role there. Ever trusting the self-proclaimed King when the swore that her lost companion would find his way back to them when he was ready.


By the time the third age fell under the shadow of it’s pending conclusion, Ospiel was reunited with Erfaron for the final and lasting time. Hatholdir had been to struggle to retain his kingdom’s strength in the wake of Mole Hunters and assassins, who may or may not have been inspired since he embarked upon a mercenary and relentless race of industry against his nemesis, Aigronding, He demanded more numbers, more soldiers, more mines now upon the mainland for they had in six thousand years spent the bulk of their island’s natural resources. An unforeseen encounter with mortal sailors (who turned out to be Umbarian Corsairs) led to Hatholdir’s liberating slaves of them, not though through means of force, but rather coin. Purchasing his own indentured servants meant that Hatholdir has been able to send more of his Moles to the mainland prospecting, while the Mortals pick up the slack in guarding and sustaining their island home, Tol Noldare.

Erfaron’s decision to seek sanctuary in Tol Noldare, following his own (rather more hostile) encounter with Umbarians proved a spanner in the works, for the truth of quite how Hatholdir had managed to extend his affluence was unearthed. It soon fell to Ospiel to convince Hatholdir that he could entrust his old friend not to impart the secret of his morally ambiguous deeds. And to equally convince Erfaron not in fact to disclose the truth to Aigronding, or others upon the mainland. With loyalties now assuredly tested, Ospiel remains fearful of an inevitable anti-Mole outcry and potential civil war as there has not been a kinslaying of the Eldar for more than six thousand years, and she would not witness her first of these horrors if there is any way in which she may deny it. For all this perceived 'duty' she has begun to enjoy her time on the mainland and even eager to explore lands beyond what is left of Hihtlum. As she is fond of informing Erfaron, the two of them are, in fact, what is left of Hithlum.

Several friends of both Ospiel and Erfaron have (since their recent reunion) found it rather amusing to assume them as a romantic couple. A fact which the pair both openly dispute with laughter, even as their actions and unquestionable vow to never be separated again, invite doubt.
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Name: Tarawen
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Location: All over, but lately primarily the Lone Lands
Appearance: Average height, long dark brown hair, slim and athletic from spending most of her life wandering around and hunting and fighting.
Personality: A skeptic by nature; blunt; happy to be alone; loves animals
Weapons: Longsword (Laegrist, 'keen-cleaver') and bow (Egros, 'thorn-rain')
Pets: Sírdal is her horse, and she recently acquired a wolf friend
History:

Tarawen hails originally from the realm of Gondor, in the western end of Anórien. She was born in the year 2986 of the Third Age and is currently (in TA 3014) 28 years old. Her father was a healer by trade and a swordsman by necessity; a lack of able fighters at the time of his coming of age meant that he took up arms, and he joined the ranks of the Rangers. Her mother, Hrothwyn, was of the Rohirrim, a woman who loved to spend her days on the sunny banks of the Mering Stream. Her parents met when her father, Maendir, was there on guard duty. Hrothwyn was golden-haired and fair, delicate in manner and well-spoken. After meeting many times at the stream, they married and two children, Maenion and Tarawen, were borne of their marriage. Tarawen is dark-haired after the manner of her father's people, inheriting her mother's delicate frame but little of her delicate manner.

When she was 7, her family moved to the city of Minas Tirith - her father had become a Master Healer whose services were in high demand in the Houses of Healing. Maenion went on to succeed their father as an herbalist in the Houses of Healing, for he too was skilled in that art. Tarawen therefore spent most of her formative years in or around Minas Tirith itself, learning at first little of the arts of war and more of healing than anything else. Despite this, she never finished her training as a healer, as her nature was such that she desired an active life and adventure beyond the confines of the walls of the city. She spent many of her young adult years pestering her father about his days as a guardian of the borders, learning all that she could from him of wielding a sword, Laegrist, and bow, Egros, which she inherited from him on his death. While still dwelling primarily in Minas Tirith, she traveled to many places within the Southern realm, most loving the mountains for their strong and stable presence.

Tarawen began adventuring North in her mid-20s in the hopes of serving with the Dúnedain in their vigilance against the servants of evil. She rides a blue roan horse called Sírdal ('river foot'), so called because of his gift of crossing streams swiftly and without fear. She also recently met and befriended a wolf while lost in the maze to Imladris.
she/her | Esta tierra no es mía, soy de la nocheósfera.

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Name: Annabelle Snapdragon, born Annabelle Sunflower but nicknamed Ann by Bree-landers; called Annie by Vincent and Anna by Miranda.

She is often referred to as Melimakris by a few Elven friends in reference to the name of her sword as they had for Prestiniel, the last wielder of the weapon.

Age: 34

Location: Archet, a village of the Bree-land.

Trade: Bookseller, moonlights as a Forester in the Hill Watch.

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Description: Tall and beautiful, blue-eyed and golden-haired.


"Middle Men was thus originally applied to Men of Eriador, the most westerly of Mankind
in the Second Age and known to the Elves of Gil-galad's realm. At that time were many
men in Eriador, mainly, it would seem, in origin kin of the Folk of Bëor, though some
were kin of the Folk of Hador. They dwelt about Lake Evendim, in the North Downs
and the Weather Hills, and in the lands between as far as the Brandywine.
They were friendly with the Elves, though they
held them in awe and close friendships between them were rare."

- Tolkien, from The People of Middle-earth: Of Dwarves and Men


"The Men of Bree were more firendly and familiar with Hobbits, Dwarves, and Elves, and other
inhabitants of the world about them than was (or is) ususal with Big People."

- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

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Ann was born in Archet on July 21st in TA 2981 to Howard Sunflower and Katherine Chrysanth. She was named for Annabelle Aspen, a queen of ancient Cardolan who was famous for her weaving, especially her work with lace. A white flowering plant in the Chetwood was christened in her honor and hailed as Queen Ann's Lace.
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Growing up, her best friend was Miranda Lynn Clementine, the daughter of Erin Clementine who was the closest friend of Katherine's; although the manners of Miranda often seemed at odds with Ann's outspoken nature, they loved each other as sisters. Miranda became a novelist of historical romances of fiction concerning the North Kingdom. She still often collaborates with playwrights Charlotte Flutterbye and Arthur Hickory to feature her stories at the Nightingale Theater, one of the stagehouses in Bree.

"We have to keep watchers all around the fence."
- Barliman Butterbur, from
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King


Ann's willful personality usually clashed with her parents as she got older and her frustration with being "stuck" in Bree eventually drove her to explore. She joined the Merchant Protectors, an armed escort service branch of the Hill Watch which provided safety for itinerant traders in Bree or for Bree-landers selling wares of village shopkeepers abroad. Ann's adventures often took her as far west as the Shire, the northern territories of the Rangers, south to Gondor, or eastward to Rivendell. She frequently guarded Airien Mereniel, Roina Mordagnir's niece, on her business ventures from Imladris to Bree and back again; she usually aided Aigronding Mordagnir, the husband of Airien's aunt, on his mercantile journeys as well. The Mordagnirs befriended the Sunflowers when the Elven family followed Galadriel and Celeborn to Emyn Uial; Ann's ancestors were were dwelling near the Lake at that time and formed a closenit bond with Aigronding and his kin, a connection that would endure for two Ages of Arda.
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"Thorin I went to the Grey Mountains, where most of Durin's Folk were now gathering;
for those mountains were rich and litle explored.
Dain I...was slain at the doors of his hall by a great cold-drake.
Not long after most of Durin's Folk abandoned the Grey Montains."

- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings: Appendix A - Durin's Folk


"Remember you are over the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.
Before you could get round Mirkwood in the North you would be right among the slopes of the
Grey Mountains, and they are simply stiff with goblins, hobgoblins, and orcs of the worst description."

- Beorn, from The Hobbit: Queer Lodgings

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"The Dwarves gave a different account, and said that they only took what was their due, for the elf-king had bargained with them to shape his raw gold and silver... If the elf-king had a weakness it was for treasure, especially for silver and white gems; and though his hoard was rich, he was ever eager for more, since he had not yet as great a treasure as other elf-lords of old. His people neither mined nor worked metals or jewels, nor did they bother much with trade."
- Tolkien, from The Hobbit: Flies and Spiders

"Hatholdir had been struggling to retain his kingdom’s strength...he embarked upon a
relentless race of industry against his nemesis, Aigronding. He demanded
more soldiers and more mines now upon the mainland for
they had in six thousand years spent the bulk of their island’s natural resources."

- Ercassie, from Ospiel's biography.
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During the summer of TA 3001 Ann Sunflower accompanied Aigronding Mordagnir through dangers unsung and hardships uncounted, travesering the Misty Mountains to reach the Valley of Anduin. They needed to reach Mirkwood where he could sell gemstones and silver to Thranduil; the Elf-king didn't trade much but he zealously yearned for more treasures and Aigronding was one of his suppliers. Due to the alarming increase of Orcs in the Misty Mountains, Aigronding needed more defense than just his household guards. While they were encamped in the abandoned city of Framsburg midway through their crossing to northern Mirkwood, Ann and Aigronding helped Hatholdir the Mole King, his warriors, and Dwarven miners fight off a band of Hobgoblins from the Grey Mountains. Erfaron, Hrango, and Astaro were delighted to see their friend but Hatholdir didn't thank Mordagnir however, he was kind to Ann and named her a Mole-friend. Hatholdir, badgered by Aigronding, admitted that he was investigating the extent of Orc control of the Grey Mountains. Erfaron had cohorts among them and was Hatholdir's liaison. The Longbeard remnant and Dwarven refugee miners from the Orocarni Mountains brokered a contract with Hatholdir through Erfaron. In exchange for the Mole King's aid against the cruelest Orcs in the region and Sapphirus the great Cold-drake, the Dwarves would allow the Moles to explore and excavate their territories east of their camps in the heart of the range.
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Aigronding...encouraged Hatholdir to permit the reinforcements of his household guard and the Merchant Protectors. Hatholdir begrudged this when the Dwarves - both the Longbeards and the Zhélruka, a Stonefoot clan - were eager to accept Aigronding's assistance because of the formidable Orcs and fearsome Dragon they contended with (they also knew Mordagnir was quite wealthy, it must be said). They agreed to let the Imladris Elf-lord have prospecting and quarrying rights in the western ridges. Ann agreed to lead her Bree-landers to inspect Aigronding's holdings; the deal assured her that also one mine in Aigronding's sector would belong entirely to the Bree-land, its ores and gems secured for the smiths of Flutterbye's Forge. It was blue Sapphirus which interrupted their search. The cold-drake who once initiated the War of the Dwarves & Dragons descended on them, issuing from his lair in Thikil-gundu, the Steel Keep, known as the Hall of Dain. Sapphirus absconded with Aigronding's treasures for Thranduil, realizing he was outmatched, and flew to his secondary den in the Withered Heath.
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"Very old swords...they must have come from a dragon's hoard or goblin plunder...
one may guess that your trolls had plundered other plunderers, or come
on the remnants of old robberies in some hold in the mountains of the North."

- Tolkien, from The Hobbit: A Short Rest
"The Dwarves hid themselves in deep places, guarding their hoards;
but when evil began to stir again and dragons reappeared,
one by one their ancient treasures were plundered, and they became a wandering people."

- Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings:
Appendix B - The Tale of Years: The Third Age
Aigronding wanted his riches back and the others had suffered losses in the attack. The Elves, Dwarves, and Men all plotted revenge despite the terrible odds of their survival. They discovered the lair with Taurina and her Mirkwood Guards (Aigronding was late and Thranduil dispatched her to...look for him and ascertain the reason for his delay) whom they met en route then assailed the den of Sapphirus; wounded and with his brood annihilated, the blue dragon vanished into the arctic wastes. Before they fled back to the Grey Mountains and Mirkwood, everyone took what they wanted from the Dragon's hoard in the Steel Keep. Sapphirus robbed from Dwarves, Orcs, or dragons over the aeons and claimed elven riches from drakes which destroyed Gondolin. Ann took a longsword to replace the one from Flutterbye's Forge which struck the dragonhide of Sapphirus and broke asunder. The sharp-edged blade was engraved with the sign of an Oliphaunt and distinguished by elegant patterns resembling the flow of water. The stones of the reddish-gold hilt flamed with an opalescent luster in torchlight. The blade glimmered blue when Orcs were near she later discovered on the trek home.

Hrango, its maker, his sign language translated by Hatholdir, called the longsword Melimacrist and said that its handle was built of aurichalcum, a rare metal from Beleriand. Melimacrist once belonged to Prestiniel, an Elf woman of Lindon. She was killed in the war with Angmar and her weapon taken. That was all he knew. What was unknown: A man of Angmar stole Melimacrist from Prestiniel's corpse and was driven away by Helene, a shieldmaiden of the Éothéod and the maternal ancestor of Beren of Gondor, in the Vales of Anduin. The Angmar soldier retreated with his lost company...and were defeated by the Orcs of the Grey Mountains. Melimacrist was kept as plunder and was later plundered by Dwarves vying for supremacy and in turn was plundered again by Sapphirus who besieged the Hall of Dain. When Ann travelled to Imladris with Aigronding, he awkwardly introduced her to his friend Girion Coruben of Lindon who they encountered in the High Moor on a courier journey. Girion was Prestiniel's younger brother. He was overwhelmed by the recovery of Melimacrist but he refused to accept the weapon when Ann honorably presented it to him. Girion told her that Melimacrist was built for a woman so a woman should wield it.

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During her travels Ann grew closer to a childhood friend from Combe Valley, a farmboy named Vincent Snapdragon, whom she always enamoured of. He joined the Merchant Protectors as had Ann. He wanted to run away from his dark past, eager leave behind memories of his abusive father and a woman who betrayed him. They trained together, passed their trials to become Merchant Protectors, and looked for adventure trained.

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Off into the sunset
Living like there's nothing left to lose
Chasing after gold mines
Crossing the fine lines we knew
Hold on and take a breath
I'll be here every step
Walking between the raindrops with you

- Lifehouse ft. Natasha Bedingfield, Between the Raindrops


"I don't want - attachments."
"Why don't you want attachments?"
"They hurt people."

- Charles Main and Willa Parker,
from North and South III: Heaven and Hell

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She found his sweet disposition charming and he was attracted by her resilience. Their mutual dependence on each other to survive horrific battles and sharing the arduous endurance of the harsh wilderness eventually deepened their affinity for each other. Yet Vincent resisted Ann's urgency for a relationship; he was too pained by the emotional and psycological wounds dealt him by the last woman he'd been with but overtime, he found Ann's love healing his tormented spirit. As their bond passionately developed, Ann became homesick and decided she wanted to settle down with Vincent who also missed the Bree-land and wished to root himself there with her if she so desired.
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“No matter how dreary and gray our homes are,
we people of flesh and blood
would rather live there than in any other country,
be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.”

- Dorothy Gale, from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Ann and Vincent were nearly killed in a bloody showdown with bandit queen Helwen Grimsteel at Sarn Ford in TA 3003, having escorted a supply convoy to the Rangers of the North. Helwen escaped the massacre and hid in the South Downs; to this day, she is hunted by the Dúnedain and the Hill Watch.
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Deciding to put their venturing days behind them, Ann and Vincent married in the woody village of Archet. To this day, they live in a cottage which they built together as husband and wife in the very place they wanted to escape, finally realizing that hapiness isn't always far from home. Ann, no longer dragging her feet, found work in her mother's bookstore however, she considers it her duty to protect Bree; Ann occasionally serves as a Forester in the Hill Watch to guard the Chetwood.
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Vincent became the foreman of his uncle's cattlefarm which he is bound to inherit when Wes Marble either retires or passes away; unable to keep himself away from trouble either, Vincent does Constable work or Gatekeeping shifts for the Hill Watch when the need arises. They have a rambunctious daughter, Elizabeth Rose, who will one day become a warrior of renown in the Arnorian host of King Elessar's Reunited Realm in the Fourth Age of Arda.
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"Eriol... 'One who dreams alone.' ” - Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales I

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Name: Thurin
Gender: Male Teleri Elf
Age: Unknown, guesses about 2000 years old
Birthplace: Unknown, found on the shores of the mouth of the Brandywine river in Minhiriath
Current residence: Rivendell
Profession: Wood-carver
Hair: muted ash-brown, kept at shoulder-length and tied back in a half-ponytail
Eyes: slate blue
Family/History: Thurin awoke ten years ago being pulled out of the Brandywine river by local men, only to be abandoned by them once they took nearly everything Thurin was wearing and owned. His body broken and his memory gone of everything that happened before, he was found by a local woman who alerted a patrol of Rangers to his situation. The Rangers gave Thurin his name, which was short for secret or hidden one. It didn't sound right to Thurin, but unable to recall any part of his life before waking up on the shore, he quickly adopted the name.

The Rangers rigged a stretcher and transported Thurin to Bree, where they coordinated a meet with an Imladris patrol. The patrol continued Thurin's transport to Rivendell and to the Houses of healing there. Several Elves with knowledge of the coastlines tried helping Thurin identify where he came from and how he ended up in Minhiriath, but as Thurin gained strength and recovered from his physical injuries, he still did not know where he came from or what he potentially left behind. Imladris gave him peace to accept his new life, and in time he joined the Rivendell society. To his surprise, he was skilled at carving and carpentry, and was at ease when whittling in particular. Every once in a while, he dreams of a beautiful female elf, but he can't hold onto the thought for more than a moment.

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Name: Melviriel Raveara; Raveara is NOT her fathers name but a name that was given to her for her deeds. Only a few know her proper name she instead goes by Fuin
Gender: Female
Age: Approximately 7050
Parents:: Father: Morcundir(awakened name Hiswa), archer and member of the Marchwardens in Doriath. Mother: Luinvir (awakened name Helwa) member of the court
Birthplace: Unknown - East of Beleriand
Current Residence: Rivendell
Appearance: Fair and cold like a winter frost late into spring with a sharp face and full lips, she has dark hair and blue grey eyes that often settle upon those she first meets narrowed and seeking. Often dressed in woodland colours that hearken back to her time in the wilds hunting when she and the world were much younger, though she does occasionally have dresses of bright colours for occasions that require such things.
Personality: Many would call her cool, others say she is swift to anger, however she is as swift to laugh and smile if she feels she is with good friends. She is happy to teach others and give help where she can.
Interests: Blacksmithing, healing, hunting
Weapons: A bow and dagger are her primary weapons, the bow once belonged to her father and the dagger is her own. She occasionally makes use of a short sword when needed.
Pets: A dark chestnut stallion, Lume
History: Born before the moon arose she was a few years old when it first graced the sky, and her and her parents marvelled at it however as she grew so did the darkness of Morgoth though her, and her parents knew not that name until they sought refuge in Doriath. There they dwelt until it's first fall, in which Melviriels father fell trying to help defend the doomed city that had become his families home, Melviriel and her mother stayed in Doriath until the Second Kinslaying. After it's fall to the Feanorians, they followed Elwing to the Mouths of Sirion and dwelt there hidden in the fens, and eventually Melviriel found passage to the Isle of Balar for her mother, who was ill with grief and fading to sail west on a Teleri ship. Fuin remained and returned to the Mouths where she suffered during the Third kinslaying and took, or was given, the name shortly there after Fuin.
Melviriel for her part was her fathers daughter and loved Beleriand and Middle Earth roaming it often killing foul creatures wherever she could before she came to Rivendell, weary of the world at the ending of War of the Last Alliance. However there she was found renewed strength in a new skill that she learned - healing as well as smithing. And so she began exploring the world in Third Age with a new mind set, though she is still swift with her weapons she also has cultivated skills that her mother, always worried that she was not learning enough feminine skills, would be proud to see her learn.
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Orotingion Liriteco


Born in Valinor near the end of the Years of the Trees, Orotingion spent his childhood enjoying the light from these trees. He had an enjoyable childhood, with nothing really significant occurring to make it notable. His father, Orotingdil, was a vintner and made wine from the most excellent fruit. He did more than only grape-wine, but used many other sorts fruit to make his wine, all grown by himself.

Orotingion helped his father during his youth and learned much about growing things and making wine. Still, the young elf took more after his mother and preferred to occupy his time in scrolls and composing his own writing. About the time he reached adulthood, his world was devastated by the destruction of the Trees of Valinor. With the light of the trees gone now forever, the young elf felt lost until hearing Feanor's speech to incite the elves to avenge this tremendous loss as well as the murder of King Finwe. Inspired by the words of Feanor, Orotingion joined the cause readily. Though his father tried to persuade him against going, Orotingion had decided his own fate and so left his father and followed Feanor across the ocean.

The theft of the ships from the Falmari king Olwe was the first time the young soldier felt some reluctance toward this cause. He didn't like the way Feanor went about it, yet it could not be denied; it seemed the only way to cross the ocean and pursue the cause. During the voyage, he began to write a journal, expressing his own thoughts and feelings concerning this matter. Though personally disinclined toward violence, Orotingion remained a faithful soldier even when his personal feelings opposed that which his leaders did. As Feanor was slain, and Maedhros was captured by the enemy, Orotingion continued to write in his journal. This was partly to help him express how he felt about things, but also so that he might keep a record of the things that occurred.

(Some other stuff happens which will be decided through RP)

At some point, Orotingion came to Nargothrond and dwelt there for a time. There, Orotingion was content to focus on scholarly pursuits. He spent most of his time writing and chronicling the events he had lived through, writing poetry and other such things. He worked as a scribe and bookbinder and tried not to get involved in the ongoing war any more than necessary.

When he met a lovely young elleth named Óleryssel, she became a focal point of inspiration for his poems. He then used these to win her affection, and soon, they were courting. She and her pretty cousin, Olotie, worked as garment-makers, and crafted elegant clothing for those rich enough to buy it, as well as providing lesser, but still finely-made clothing available for the general public. Orotingion knew that he was deeply in love with Oleryssel, and could only hope that she returned these feelings. In a few years, the two were married.

The happy couple enjoyed a close friendship with Olótië and her husband, and later their little son, Tingilyion. All seemed perfect at last. Orotingion's life in this beautiful realm, married to Oleryssel, was beyond joyful. Though, it came to his attention that his wife perhaps hoped for more. Seeing how much the couple's closest friends enjoyed being new parents to their infant son, Oleryssel suggested that they could have a child as well. Orotingion acknowledged the reasoning of this, as their child could grow up with its cousin, Tingilyion. Though, he was not sure whether he felt ready to be a parent. But even as the elf pondered on this, the realm was destroyed by the fearful dragon Glaurung. As much as he had hoped to avoid going to battle, the war came to him instead.

As all things around them came to chaos and destruction, Orotingion and his wife became separated. He feared for her but could not find her. The Noldor barely escaped from death, himself. After it was all over, the elf searched for his wife and their friends. Eventually, as he and the other survivors fled to Doriath, Orotingion was relieved to be reunited with Oleryssel, with Tingilyion in tow. With much grief, his wife informed him that the boy was now an orphan.

Thus the couple took him in, raising him as their own. They chose against having any children of their own yet, figuring that raising one child was enough, and would at least allow them to prepare for when they did have one of their own.

(more stuff to be decided in RP)

Eventually, after Tingilyion was grown, and the world seemed calm enough, the couple decided that they had done well enough as parents and then decided to have a child of their own. As the time neared for Oleryssel to bear her child, however, she became weaker and, in the end, gave all her strength in delivering the child. Orotingion was heartbroken by her death, yet did his best to raise the child alone. He gave her the name Ruivelle, as Oleryssel had asked.

The infant was cared for by another until Orotingion had recovered from his grief enough to do so himself. After some time, he heard rumors that Mithril had been discovered, and many elves were venturing to Eregion to live near the dwarven halls Khazad Dum, with great interest in this matter. Thinking, perhaps, that a change of scenery and a fresh start might help him recover from his grief, the widower joined them. And so he settled in this new home in Ost-en-edhel, where he raised his daughter alone.

After settling in this new place, Orotingion planted a small vineyard. There, he began to work as a winemaker and used the knowledge given by his father to create excellent wine, though not as good as that he remembered from his father's vineyard in Valinor. Still, his neighbors were eager to trade with the Noldor, and he did well. On the side, he continued his hobby of bookbinding and writing.

Ruivelle, as it turned out, was a wild and unruly child, continually trying her father's patience. It seemed to him that she did things purposely to defy and spite him, though he had no idea why. When his young "teenage" daughter ran away, he set off in search of her, fearing what trouble she may have got into. So it was that he found her in the realm of the Sindarin elves, whom he held a great dislike (possibly even hatred) for after the Sindar had killed Celegorm and Curufin. The elf was known to hold grudges for a long time and had a very long memory. Surely, his daughter had only a passing 'crush' on this Sindar boy and would forget him in time.

When the 'boy' showed up many years later, Orotingion was very upset and feared that he may lose his daughter to this Sindarin elf. He did all he could to make him leave, and thought that he had succeeded. But, eventually, he became aware that the two met still in secret. This troubled him, but Orotingion could not bring himself to confront her about it. He could see the look in both their eyes and knew they were in love, for it was the same look he had used to see in Oleryssel's eyes when she looked at him. Time passed, and finally, the rebellious couple proclaimed their engagement. Orotingion was shocked. He had let them continue to think they met in secret, hoping they might tire of each other. (Although deep down, he didn't really think it would happen) Now, to hear that they planned to marry, without even asking him! It was too much. The Noldor has always been slow to show his anger. Still, on this occasion, his wrath was revealed as he let his defiant daughter know precisely how he felt about this whole ordeal. He forbade the marriage from happening, though he feared that the elleth would disregard it. She always had done whatever she liked, ignoring whatever rules he put down, and seemed to thrive on defying him.

As the years, decades, and even centuries began to pass, and Ruivelle remained firm in her decision to marry Tirnelion, Orotingion showed how stubborn a Noldor elf can be. Still, many times over the years, he overheard bits of conversation that began to help him know what sort of man his daughter had chosen. Despite being Sindarin, Tirnelion slowly began to earn Orotingion's respect. He often heard Ruivelle suggesting that they simply elope, to which her fiance would refuse and insist that they hold out and gain her father's consent. For this, Orotingion was glad, but still, he disliked the idea of his daughter marrying a Sindar elf.

Eventually, however, his resolve began to break down as Orotingion saw how desperately his daughter wanted to marry this elf. The Noldor then began to ponder on how he might give in to her wishes without compromising his own pride. In the end, he gave the couple his consent to be joined in matrimony, realizing that his daughter's happiness was more important than his own prejudiced feelings. He began to consider that Oleryssel would have given that counsel, were she there.

After the wedding, the father's sorrow was deep when the newlyweds left him to go back to the Sindarin realm, though he begged Ruivelle to stay. But she left anyway, and he knew that he could not stop her from living her own life, although it crushed him inside to watch her leave.

At some point, after she left, Ost-en-edhel was devastated and left in ruins. Orotingion, along with the other survivors, fled to a valley where they were forced to lay low there. This valley would become known as Imladris and is where Orotingion settled, along with many others. Once the siege had ended, the Noldor set out to find Ruivelle. He had to be sure that no harm had come to her. Also, he wanted to reassure her that he was not killed, in case she had heard the news of the destruction of Ost-en-edhel.

Being unsuccessful at convincing her and Tirnelion to come back with him to this refuge that had been founded by Lord Elrond, Orotingion eventually returned alone, greatly disappointed. There, he occupied his time with books and poems and scrolls, as was his favorite thing to do. On the side, he also grew a small vineyard and made small batches of wine, but not quite like he did before.

Years passed, and one day the Noldor was joyous to receive a visit from his daughter (not so joyful that Tirnelion was with her, though). Their news was even more exciting; they were expecting a child. Though pleased to know he would have a grandchild, Orotingion expressed his concern at their timing, for things were not well in the world around them. There was far too much danger for the couple to bring a child into it at this time.

Far too soon, Ruivelle and Tirnelion prepared to leave, to return home. Orotingion tried his best to convince them to stay, at least until after the birth of their child. But Ruivelle would do what Ruivelle wanted to do, and she stated that she wished for her child to be born in the Greenwood, where she would live and grow up. Upset, Orotingion watched them leave.

War again called. Though Orotingion was weary of all the warring, still, he went with Elrond's forces to join in the Last Alliance. It was then that he heard that Oropher, king of the realm of Greenwood, had led all of his troops to battle prematurely, and all had been slaughtered. He felt some dread at this news, knowing that Tirnelion had served in the Guard of that realm. Was his daughter now a widow with a young child to raise?

When the war had concluded at last, and Orotingion returned to Imladris, he sent a letter to his daughter, asking for news. For a long while, he received no answer. He sent another, and then another until at last, he got a reply. It was not from his daughter, however, but from Merilhel, Tirnelion's sister. Orotingion had met her briefly, once or twice. It was she who reluctantly broke the news to him that Ruivelle had died in the birthing of the child, and she hadn't realized that he didn't know about that. She further informed him that Tirnelion had not survived the slaughter of Oropher's forces against Sauron.

The news was devastating to Orotingion. His daughter had died, and no one had told him. He could hardly even be angry at his son-in-law now, for he, too, was dead. Still, the Noldor was left grieving once more. His next letter to Greenwood contained a request(perhaps more of a demand) that his grandchild would be sent to Imladris. It was several letters later (in which he changed his approach each time) before he finally got his way, and so he came personally to get her and bring her home with him.

Given his dislike for the Sindar, Orotingion refused to call his granddaughter by the name given by her father. Instead, he used the name his daughter had wanted her to have; Uruviel. He also refused to speak in Sindarin, so that when she came to live with him, she was forced to learn Quenya in order to communicate with him. The years were joyful while she was with him, though he could see that she had her mother's spirit of adventure and tendency to run toward danger. At the same time, he saw that she had gained some of her father's calmer ways, exhibiting caution and thoughtfulness. (though he likes to fancy that she got those traits from himself instead)

The elf could not help but be secretly relieved that Uruviel was in Imladris with him during the second siege, for in that way, he was able to know for sure that she was alright. Still, as things begin to look darker in the world around, Orotingion wishes more and more that Uruviel would stay closer to home, to safety. Having survived both his wife and daughter, he fears that he will also lose her.

Meaning of Names:
Orotingion (Orotinga (Mountaintop) + ion (Son of))
Liriteco - man who writes poetry
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Ruivellë


(Some details will be sorted better when I have done a little RPing with her :) )

Ruivelle was born 786 SA. Her mother, Oleryssel, died in childbirth, but named her child ahead of time after having a vision during an intense labor pain. While still a child, Ruivelle went with her Noldor father to live near Khazad Dum. She enjoyed playing the violin as well as running around the Dwarven halls whenever she was able. The elf child also had a habit of playing tricks on anyone she could, and proved even at a young age that she would be quite unruly as well as eccentric. Ruivelle was a bit untamable during her teenage years, insisting upon roaming far and seeking adventure despite her father's attempts to protect her.

The dwarven halls had become too dull for the restless elleth, and one day she set off to venture further than ever, intent on seeing all the far-off lands she had only ever heard about from others. Her father tracked her down, eventually, in the realm of Greenwood, where his daughter had made friends of two siblings who dwelt therein. He feared that he would lose his daughter, now, to the young man she had befriended, for he saw the looks that passed between the two. He brought her back home, but knew that her heart lay now in the Greenwood, where Tirnelion dwelt. His success in keeping her from going straight back there was due only to his ability to convince her that if the young man had loved her, he would come after her. He did not, though Ruivelle waited long for him to make an appearance. She began to sulk, but also to focus her mind upon other matters to divert herself from this hurt.

Ruivelle had by now begun to learn to use a sword, and also how to craft them. It helped to keep her boredom at bay, but she was always doing something out of the ordinary. She learned many skills, but still longed to return and see Tirnelion again. Still, she continued to wonder whether she had been merely a passing phase for the other, or if he cared as deeply for her as she did him.

At last, to her joy, he appeared one day, having come seeking her. Over a hundred years had passed in this time, yet he had not forgotten her. His explanation was that he had tried for long to forget her, but was unable. Then, he had been busy and unable to leave, having joined the Guard of his realm. And then, he was not sure where to find her, but at last, here he was. Though her father was clearly displeased, Ruivelle could tell he couldn't help but acknowledge that the elf had come after her, thus proving him wrong. Ruivelle happily showed him her favorite places where she had grown up playing and such.

Still, she could not stop her father from ordering the ellon away, and after being threatened by her father, Tirnelion finally left for a time. He could not help returning, though it was some years later. He told Ruivelle why he had left, and that he had spent much of that time in thinking how he might win her father's approval. She told him to forget her father and follow his heart. Always one to do things different from others, the elleth was the one who asked Tirnelion if he would agree to marry her, and proclaimed her love for him. His only reserve was that he didn't know whether her father would agree to the union, as he had thus far exhibited a strong dislike for Tirnelion. But still the couple exchanged silver rings though her fiance insisted on gaining her father's blessing.

The couple were at a stalemate for a long time, then. It was many long years until Orotingion, with reluctance, began to make an effort to get to know the young elf who was determined to become his son in law. At last, he relented, knowing that there was no persuading the couple against it. He had to admit that he found Tirnelion to be more worthy of his daughter than he had first thought, and at last the couple were wed. Both were eager to return to Greenwood, yet felt obliged to remain for at least a few years with her father. And so after a few more years with her father, they parted ways, returning to Tirnelion's homeland.

There, they spent many years in happily wedded bliss. Ruivelle enjoyed a close friendship with her sister in law, Merilhel, as well. Still, rumors of trouble reached them even in the safety of Greenwood, and eventually Ost-en-edhel was laid waste. Learning of this, Ruivelle was very worried for her father, but could find no sign of him. Not knowing whether he had been killed or if he yet lived, she tried to talk her husband into helping her search. But the lands were now overrun with orcs, and the couple could find no news of him.

A few years passed before he finally sought her out, and told how he had been forced to take refuge in a newly founded Imladris, where they were under siege for a few years. After remaining for some time there, Ruivelle's father urged her and Tirnelion to come with him back to Imladris, but they both preferred to stay where they were. Eventually, he returned, alone. Ruivelle and Tirnelion lived in relative safety while the rest of the world was going to chaos.

As things began to look darker and darker in the world outside, Ruivelle began to speak of having children. She had always been one to do things her own way, and spoke to her husband of bringing brightness into the darkness around them. While completely backward from the thoughts of most of their kind, who wait until peaceful times to bear children, Ruivelle hoped that a child would brighten their days with joy in the midst of the dark times. Though this was not the wisest choice the elleth had ever made in her life, she ignored all counsel from those wiser than she, and convinced her husband. Soon they were expecting their little bundle of joy.

In anticipation for the birth of their child, Ruivelle wanted to go and visit her father, deciding she wanted to see him before her child was born, and let him know of his grandchild. So, although Tirnelion had some reservations about it, the couple traveled for some time until they arrived at Imladris. The visit was pleasant, though her father expressed great concern when they spoke of leaving. He urged them to remain in Imladris until after the child was born, but Ruivelle insisted she wanted to be home in Greenwood when their child was born. So, against her father's wishes (what's new?) she set out with her husband (who also tried to convince her that it might be better if she just waited there another month or so) to return to Greenwood.
As it turned out, she would have been much better off if she had listened to them. For, as they journeyed, a storm came up which took them off-course and they lost their way in the Northern Crossings between Eriador and Wilder land, and were waylaid by orcs.

As Tirnelion fought to defend his wife and unborn child, he was a little shocked to see her fighting as well! Ruivelle, never one to back down from a fight, did not let her swollen belly stop her from defending her loved ones. She knew how to use a sword, and did not care to let the orcs know it. Still, though she took down many of them, she sustained a serious wound and was left unable to fight. Tirnelion, thankfully, was able to slay the last of the orcs, but was too late to do anything to help his wife.

Ruivelle had gone into labor, induced perhaps by herself, or perhaps by some force of nature. Whatever the case, her wounds were quite serious, and it took the last of her strength to deliver her child. Her last words to her husband were to remind him that she loved him, and then after seeing the child she had carried so long in her womb, she kissed her daughter and then passed from the world, in the year 3423 SA. The child was named Caranoril by her father.

Name meaning:(Ruivë (Wildfire) + llë (Woman who does/is))
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Caranoril Uruviel Raxiel

Born in Second Age, 3423, Uruviel was 18 at the end of the Second Age in 3441. This puts her looking physically around the human age of 5-7 when the Last Alliance occurred. Her Noldor mother, suffering from a grave wound, gave her last strength in the birthing of her only child, and her father perished in the battle under the leadership of Oropher when he led his troops to war before he was meant to.

Very young at the time, Uruviel (called Caranoril by her father) had been given into the care of her aunt. She waited for a long time for her father to return home before finally learning what had befallen all of those soldiers. Left an orphan, the elf child was taken care of by her aunt and spent the next few years of her childhood roaming in the forest, where she became friends with most types of woodland creatures and learned to speak many languages of these. When her aunt received a request from Uruviel's maternal grandfather to send her to him, at last it was decided by the aunt that she would fare better in Imladris with him. She was about 28, with the phyisical appearance of about 9, at this time.

There, the elleth was forced to begin to attend to her studies more. She was called Uruviel by him, for he refused to use the Sindarin Language, and seeing as it was also the name her mother had wanted to give her, the name stuck. She learned other things, such as how to read and write, and basic healing. She learned history and all such other things as she grew up properly educated. Having brought her father's flute along with her, Uruviel learned to play the instrument and decided she liked the flute. She determined that she would honor his memory with her own playing.

Her grandfather, in amusement at the fact the elleth tends to get bored when she is safely in Imladris, and seems to always prefer to run to danger, began to call her Raxiel in a teasing manner. (Raxë (Danger) + iel (Daughter of)) This also stems from the fact that her mother was very similar. Uruviel ventured back to Mirkwood later, seeking to discover if anything remained of her father's house. She found very little, but still cherished the flute. She recovered her father's sword as well, which had been kept by her aunt, who had looked after the important belongings.

After her stay in Mirkwood, Uruviel wandered for some time, content to spend her days in the wilderness, alone in nature. But at length, she grew lonely and decided to return to Imladris for a while. She ended up spending more time than she intended. She happened to be present during the fifty-year-long siege of 1356 - 1409, and became quite restless during this time. Though she mostly passed her days in music and writing, she couldn't wait to be able to venture forth again. As soon as she was able to leave, she did, and stayed away for a long time.

When a horrific plague swept through the land in 1635-7 TA, Uruviel was sorrowful to see the devastation this caused on all people other than elves. The elleth knew not how to help those who were affected, but being sympathetic, did what she could to help the ailing people the until burning the dead bodies began to become a practice. She could not take it, and then fled elsewhere, hoping to get away from all the death around her. She remained in hiding for a long while, living alone deep in the forest of Mirkwood with naught but the woodland animals around her.

Eventually, the plague had run its course, but it was still some time before Uruviel ventured back into the world. Only when the forest began to be unsafe did she finally leave, as the presence of the Necromancer began to have an affect upon the it. She had become an exceeding great archer in this time, and has continued to practice her skill over the last several hundred years. She has not forgotten her flute, either, and continues to play often.

For the most part she tends to frequent Imladris these days, but more often can be found abroad, mostly in wooded areas. She enjoys the forest more than any other place, and is not afraid to defend it from foes. The elleth is never without her bow, her sword, or her flute. She has a close relationship with most animals, particularly her horse.
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Tirnelion


Tirnelion grew up in the forest of Greenwood, born in 659 SA. He and his sister always got along rather well, and, being close in age, were usually each other's companion through the many years as the two grew up. It was a mostly peaceful time, and there was plenty of time to focus on hobbies. The elf was a skilled archer, like most of his fellow elves around him, but he also learned swordsmanship and other things. One of his favorite hobbies was the flute. He could play very beautifully on his flute, which he made, himself.

As the years progressed, the elf was surprised when one day he and his sister came across a stranger in the land. Tirnelion was sticken by how beautiful she was. This stranger, not even fully grown yet, stole his heart before he ever knew her name. His sister was the first to greet her, and Tirnelion felt a strange shyness come over him and he couldn't find his words for a while. At last, after his sister had made the introductions and then teased him for his dumbfoundedness, Tirnelion made more effort. The three spent some time together, and Tirnelion felt as if the days were but a dream.

The dream came to an abrupt end when Ruivelle's father came in search for her, and took her away, ordering Tirnelion to stay well away from her. Tirnelion thought his heart had been ripped in two, and he mourned for her loss. Yet, he knew that her father's word was law, for she was not yet an adult by the elves' reckoning. His sister tried to console him by pointing out that in but a few years, Ruivelle would be an adult and would be able to leave her father if she chose. Still, even a few days parted from her seemed like torment to the lovesick young elf.

In an effort to not be overwhelmed by his grief, Tirnelion tried to lose himself in his hobbies and other things to keep his mind occupied. He joined the Guard, so that it took much of his time, and forced him to remain in Greenwood. A great length of time passed, but the elf never forgot the elleth who had taken his heart, despite all he did to forget her. Still, he wondered whether she felt she same, and even if she did... would her father ever let them be together?

Trying his best honor her father's wishes, and keep away, Tirnelion endured as long as he could. Over a century passed before finally, he could not get her out of his mind, and could not move on. He left the Greenwood Guard and set off in search for her. He became lost for a while, but eventually found his way to where she said she had come from. He feared, though, that she might not be there still.

To his delight, he did find her and they shared a joyful reunion before her father interrupted. He again made it clear he did not want Tirnelion near his daughter, and ordered the young elf to leave. Still, the lovestruck elf tried to stand up for his love for her, and told the elder elf how deep his love for her ran. This was followed by a threat, which finally saw the young elf reluctantly leave. But he could not stay away for long, and soon his heart had convicted him with guilt. For, if he truly loved her, how could he let any threat to himself ever make him leave her?

He returned and for a time, the two met in secret until at last, to his great surprise and amusement, Ruivelle confessed her deep feelings for Tirnelion and asked for engagement. The two thus became engaged and then, again the elf felt guilt for hiding their love. They then openly came to her father and informed him of their intention of marrying. This went over about as well as a snowman taking up residence in Orodruin.

Still, with Ruivelle encouraging Tirnelion to stand up to her father, he did not back down this time, and they remained engaged. The traditional year-long-engagement was not to be their experience, however. For, Ruivelle's father was set against the union and refused to give his permission. And Tirnelion, though he loved Ruivelle and wanted to marry her, he also did not wish to anger her father and have resentment between them for the rest of eternity. Therefore, he insisted upon obtaining the stubborn father's blessing before they were wed. A year stretched into many, and then a hundred, and beyond, before at last the father gave in and allowed the wedding to take place.

Tirnelion had fought a sort of battle of his own here, and had won his heart's greatest desire; his bride. He would do anything for her, give her anything she wanted, or go wherever she wanted. All he cared was that she was his now. So the two lived there for a time, to appease her father, and then eventually returned to Greenwood. He went back to his job with the Guard, now with a wife to provide for.

As things began to look darker all around, he was glad that the trouble had not made its way into Greenwood. Still, he was amazed when his wife spoke of having a child. He mildly pointed out that this was not a good time for bringing a child into the world, but she pointed out that it would be all the better, that they could have a little one to brighten their lives. He could not deny her anything she wanted, and neither could he argue with her, and so "they" agreed on having a child.

Once she was pregnant, Ruivelle then took it into her head to go and visit her father, which worried Tirnelion, for he knew how dangerous the world had become, from all he had heard. But again, he could not convince her against the idea, and therefore could do nothing but come along and ensure she was protected. On the return trip, though, everything went wrong.

After killing the last of the orcs which had sprung out and attacked the lost travelers, Tirnelion felt his heart torn from him as he held his wife in her dying breath. She gave him a daughter, but he lost Ruivelle. The elf did not know how he could carry on living, for a while. Yet, there was an infant to care for, and that kept him focused, as well as kept him from following her. He finished the journey to Greenwood, with an infant and the body of his wife. She was buried there, and then for a time, Tirnelion was not quite himself. His sister stepped in to care for the child, at first, until he had returned to his senses and took his responsibilities for himself.

As Ruivelle had said, their daughter was a bright spot in his life. It was not as he had hoped, though, for the plan was that Ruivelle would be with them to enjoy the raising of their child. Though Ruivelle had suggested the name Uruviel, Tirnelion called her Caranoril. As he began to heal from his grief, Tirnelion began to enjoy being a father, and loved his daughter dearly. He found that he did not like to be parted from his child for long, and therefore it was grievous for him when he was called to battle. The Last Alliance was necessary to destroy the servant of Melkor for good. Tirnelion left his dear child in the care of his sister, and went off to battle. Sadly, he never returned.

Name meaning: (Tirnel = star gazer + ion = son of)
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Merilhel Erioldis


Born in 638 SA, Merilhel is the elder of two siblings. She and her brother were always quite close, and often played together as children. Later, as young elves, not quite adults, they often went for walks together. Partly, perhaps, because there were few others of their own age, and the siblings preferred to be around each other than the much older elves who, they felt, always spoke stories of the old times, or other dull things. While the two were still in their "teenage years", the family went to visit some sindar elves that had settled in Edhellond, their parents being interested in the things they had heard. While there, waiting upon the shore, the siblings bore witness to a sailing accident which resulted in their parents deaths.

The young siblings returned to Greenwood and mourned their parents. They grew closer after that, being the only family they had now. As it happened one afternoon, the siblings encountered a stranger in the wooded realm which was also near to their own age; younger in fact. This greatly astonished them both, though Merilhel could tell that her brother was far more astounded by this lovely stranger. She was amused to see how stricken he had become by this dark-haired elleth. Soon, Merilhel had introduced herself and her brother, and the siblings begun to befriend Ruivelle.

Having been the older of the two siblings, Merilhel had always taken to looking after her little brother, though he was old enough now to look after her. She now took it upon herself to also look after this younger elleth as the three ventured through the forest in search of adventure, as were Ruivelle's wishes. When Ruivelle's father showed up, Merilhel was sad to see her new friend be made to leave, but she understood. Her brother, not so much.

Merilhel did all she could to speak reason with him, fearing he might set off into the unknown after their headstrong friend. It obvious to her that Ruivelle's father did not want his daughter to associate with Tirnelion, and though this irked Merilhel some, she did not want her little brother stepping on any toes and getting himself hurt by an angered father. But even more, she feared that if he left home, some accident may befall him as had happened to their parents.

For a time, Tirnelion remained, and the elder sister breathed easier knowing he was safe at home. She was pleased when he found a job in the Greenwood Guard. Meanwhile, the elleth was pursuing her own interests. Growing things had become something of great interest to her, and she found that she enjoyed tending to such things.

As she and Tirnelion had always maintained a close relationship, she was surprised, therefore, when she went to seek him one day and found him gone. She inquired, and learned that he had resigned from his post, saying he meant to set out for Eregion. Merilhel was shocked to discover it was true, that he was already gone. And he had not told her he was leaving. She wondered if he merely neglected to tell her, or if he purposely kept her from knowing, fearing she may try and stop him.

She waited, expecting him to return any day. Years passed. Decades went by. The sister felt hurt by this abandonment of her only family, but also extremely worried. She tried to focus her mind on other matters, but still she worried what may have become of her brother, fearing that something may have happened. Perhaps he would never return, and she may never know what had happened to him.

But then, at last, he returned one day, over a century later. Merilhel almost didn't believe it was him. She was astonished, seeing that he had brought Ruivelle with him as well. So he had found her. Merilhel greeted them both with great enthusiasm, but greater still was her excitement to learn that they were now married! So her friend from long ago had now become her sister.

Life became much more exciting, to say the least, now that the happy couple had returned to Greenwood. Merilhel began to wonder what she ever did to pass the time without Ruivelle and Tirnelion around to liven things up. Some days she didn't know what to expect next.

Still, life is not always fun adventures, and pleasant days never seem to last long enough. Great sorrow entered their lives, unbidden, in a time when it should have been great joy. For, Ruivelle had been expecting a child, which should have been joyous. Sadly, the vivacious would-be mother died in child-birth, leaving everyone grieving deeply. Tirnelion especially, and Merilhel realized quickly that, while she was deep in sorrow for the loss of her sister in law, her brother was far worse. For a time, the elleth feared she may lose him as well, to grief. She had to take over the care of the infant as well as him.

It seemed for a while that he was lost to his grief, but at last, to Merilhel's relief, Tirnelion began to form a bond with his daughter, which seemed to ease his grief significantly. She encouraged him to spend more time with his child, and watched in relief as he returned to them from the depths of his despair. At last, she saw hope for him continuing in this life.

Then war came and took him away. Merilhel again took care of her niece, now a young child, and worried daily for her brother, just as she had done years prior when he vanished without a word. This time, she knew where he had gone and that gave her far greater anxiety. She tried to shield the child from knowing too much of what was happening, hoping she would live a carefree childhood. Years passed as the battle waged on, until at last the dreaded news arrived.

Merilhel could hardly believe that her brother had died. Yet, it could not be denied. She didn't know what to tell his daughter. The child was so young, it seemed almost a crime to tell her the crushing news that her beloved father had died. But at last she was left no choice, though it nearly broke her own heart to have to tell the child.

For a few more years, Caranoril was the only joy in the elleth's life, yet she could not help but become exasperated with her. For, the child never wanted to do as she was told, and would constantly run off into the forest. Merilhel would be forced to either chase after her and hunt her down, or wait for her to return home. She could not get the girl to take anything, such as her lessons, seriously. All the child wanted to do, it seemed, was to run around and play and be alone.

Multiple times over the years, Merilhel received letters from Imladris, from Ruivelle's father. He was asking that she send Uruviel (for he refused to call her Caranoril) to live there with him, so he could know his granddaughter and also ensure that she had a proper education. For years, Merilhel resisted. Caranoril was the only family she had remaining to her, and she had vowed to her brother that she would take proper care of her.

Still, she began to worry that she was not providing the proper care. Perhaps her grandfather could do better? Though she was reluctant to be parted from her energetic little niece, the elleth finally relented and sent the child with her grandfather, though insisted that he write to her to let her know that the child had arrived safely.

The days were horribly quiet and dull afterward. Merilhel felt such loneliness at times that she found herself roaming deep in the forest as she once did with her brother, though she didn't know quite what she was looking for, if anything. Perhaps she might come across a friend like she once did when Ruivelle happened along. But, as the ages passed, she grew used to the quiet and being alone. She focused more attention on her gardening, and tried not to get close to anyone else. It seemed, to her, that everyone she became close to ended up dying or going away, so it seemed better to avoid that.

Many decades later, Caranoril finally returned, now grown. Merilhel was very happy for a visit from her niece, and enjoyed the time spent with her, before Caranoril left again. Many things seemed to be changing in the world around, and Merilhel found that she didn't like to hear news from other lands, as it all seemed to be bad news. Again, Caranoril returned to Greenwood, but she did not stay long with Merilhel. The young elleth seemed troubled, and spoke of a plague. Though elves were not affected by it, still it had upset Caranoril and Merilhel wished she could do something to comfort her niece. But Caranoril, instead of remaining with her aunt, ventured off into the depths of the forest. Just as she had done since childhood. Merilhel sighed and hoped the elleth would be alright.

As the years progressed and the woodland realm began to be called Mirkwood instead of Greenwood, Merilhel became increasingly more worried for her niece. She continued to hear of more and more foul things lurking in the forest, and she knew that Caranoril was still living somewhere within, for the elleth came to see her occasionally before retreating again. At last, however, Caranoril came to say goodbye to Merilhel, saying she was returning to Imladris.

Disappointed, yet also relieved that Caranoril would not be dwelling in amid such danger, Merilhel watched her niece leave yet again. And, like always, she could do nothing to stop her. Like always, Merilhel was left alone. As the years continued on, Merilhel has tried to keep in contact with Caranoril by sending letters periodically to Imladris, yet rarely receives any response. Some, including herself, call her Erioldis, meaning lonely woman. Merilhel is the only one now who uses the name Caranoril for her niece.

Name meanings: (Meril (Rose) + sell (Girl))
Eriol (lonely) + dis (Female))
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Sérëní Moss
Aka Serenity or Seri
Breeland Healer

The only daughter to Dania Moss, Seri has never known her father. This is because, when her mother, Dania, was still young, the teenager disappeared for a while, having decided to set out on an adventure without telling anyone where she was going. Her parents were quite worried, and searched for her, but had no success. It was some months later before the girl returned, perfectly fine and telling tales of having eloped with a heroic young man who took her on incredible adventures, only to become a widow shortly thereafter.

This was a lie, however, for the girl had never married this gallant young man, but despite that fact, she still had his child. She also lied about his dying; they had merely got in a fight and broken up, and it was only after she returned home that she realized she was with child. Therefore, she made up a story to protect her reputation to some degree, and to avoid bringing too much shame to her parents.

Thus, Seri, raised by her single mother and grandparents. Her mother gave her an elvish name, feeling it seemed fitting due to her father's heritage, a dunedain man. But eventually Dania began calling her Serenity, as it seemed easier and fit better with the names of the locals. Seri, as she began to be called for short, grew up hearing tales of her father, without knowing whether any of it was true or false, as sometimes the stories would shift and not align with a previous version she had heard. As a child, she dreamed of what it might be like to have known her heroic father she heard so many tales of. But as she got older, she began to suspect the falseness of those tales, and her interest faded.

Eventually, she met her own gallant hero and married Galanír, another young ranger who frequented the area. She met him while out gathering herbs, as the young woman had become knowledgeable in the art of healing, and after that the young man found many reasons to return, until the two finally wed and began their life together. Because he did not use a surname, the couple chose to keep Seri's and use it for them both. They had a daughter, Emeralda, and all seemed joyful for a time.

Until, one day, when Galanír was killed in an ambush, and Seri was left to raise their young daughter on her own. Just like her mother had. She did the best she could, relying on her healing profession to get them by. As Emma grew older, Seri worried about her playing in the forest with her friend Darius, but she always came home unharmed, thus soothing the mother's anxiety. Then her daughter announced one day that she was setting off to become a ranger, as she had spoken of doing for many years. Seri tried to hide her dismay, for a mother ought to encourage her child's ambitions. Yet she feared her daughter would follow in her father's footsteps; literally.

Some years passed, with the woman dreading every day what news may come back to her about her beloved child. But the news which finally came surprised and relieved her more than anything else; Emma had finally settled down and chosen to marry, none other than her childhood sweetheart and friend, Darius. Seri was relieved, though wishing they had settled down nearer to home. Still, she worries less now and is waiting for news of grandchildren...

In the meanwhile, Seri continues to offer healing to the citizens of Breeland. As the forest becomes less safe for a woman to live alone, she began considering whether to move into town and be closer to her patients. Still, the idea of leaving the cabin, built by her late husband, is heartbreaking to her. Aside from that, she would still need to make frequent trips into the forest to gather the herbs and supplies she relies on. Therefore, she has, instead, opted to keep a dog as her protector. This choice was her daughter's idea, who brought one to Seri after finding a dog in need of a home. Hwinia, named by Emma, has been with Seri for a couple of years now and has learned to sniff out most things that Seri requests her to, if she is given some of the item to smell first.

Hwinia
(Sindarin = To Twirl/Whirl)
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Name: Saranna
Gender: F
Age: 6,500
Location: A little hut in a forest glade high above the last homely house. Guests are welcome to tea each afternoon without specific invitation.
Appearance: Not as tall as she would wish
Personality: Elusive
Interests: Books, Libraries and Books
Weapons: Avoided
Pets: Cats
History: She appeared out of the East quite late after the founding of Imladris, as much to her own surprise as to anyone else's.

Sometimes she bursts into verse: for example this offering at a long-ago feast in the hall of Fire:

Imladris

Flames leaping
Smoke swirling
Pillars upholding
Lords in peace dwelling
Praise be to Imladris!

Friends speaking
Friends listening
Songs rising
All in joy dwelling
Peace be upon Imladris!

Travellers resting
Weary ones drowsing
Wine and food sharing
Aching bones resting
Sweetness be upon Imladris!

Memory stirring
Lost ones recalling
Days of fear fading
Lords' strength protecting
Gladness be ever in Imladris!
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(I will be doing more thorough bios later, but just adding this now for quick reference)

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Mr Walto Tunnely: A hobbit grocer who runs a store in Bree, serving for both Big and Little people


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Marigold Tunnely: Walto's wife who often helps in the store


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Daffodil Tunnely: Walto's and Marigold's youngest daughter who still lives at home, sometimes helps in the store
Daffodil grew up in the busy town of Bree, and was educated at home by her mother, due to the lack of proper schools in the area. Daffodil and her sister Dandelia usually got along alright, but there was a gap in their ages and they didn't really find each other suitable playmates. As there were few other hobbit children her age in the area, Daffodil had very few to play with, growing up, seeing as the main other children around were the Big Folks' kids, and they tended to play among themselves. She kept to herself, then, and grew up helping her parents as often as there was any sort of job which she could do, such as running some errands for her parents, or taking a batch of groceries over to someone, or whatever. Now that she's older, now and then, she gets to play escort for her little niece and nephew, and she finds that to be a nice change of pace. What she enjoys most of all is when she's asked to take the small hobbits off to the Shire to visit with their cousin.

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Dandelia Banks: Walto and Marigold's oldest daughter, lives in Combe with her family
Dandelia grew up without any siblings for the most part of her life, but then after she was 13, her parents had another baby. So she and her sister were never very close until several years later. Meanwhile, Dandelia became enamored with a young hobbit man who came from the Shire, who came through Bree on some business. She was quite smitten with him, but her parents did not agree that they should marry, for she was still only nineteen, and he was only twenty, therefore they acted on their own and eloped, and very soon after were expecting. And in due time, Dandelia gave birth to twins which became her joy in life. The happy little family settled in Combe, so that they could be close to Dandelia's family, and she recently gave birth to another addition to their little family.

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Gerbert Banks: Dandelia's husband (also has a twin brother named Herbert)


Geraldo and Gerania Banks: Dandelia and Gerald's twins


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Newborn Baby Banks (more details forthcoming)
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Woods Family of Combe
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Wesley Woods

Raised in the Bree area, Wes grew up learning his family's business of raising sheep. He took over the family home after his father, Walter, passed away, his mother, Petunia, having passed on a few years prior.
However, before his mother passed on, she had a young friend named Lauryl who would come and sit with her in the shop and learn how to spin and dye the wool from the sheep, weave it into fabric, etc. Wes fell in love with this lovely young woman and found more and more excuses to come down to the shop until eventually, he began to court her. Before long, they were married and began their life together. Both were quite grieved when the elder Mrs Woods passed on.

Lauryl has blessed Wes with several children, though they have been grieved to lose some of them. Wes was beginning to think he was destined not to have a son, as every son they had passed away during infancy, but at last they had one surviving son. Wes was a little worried about him for some time, but soon he grew into a strong young man whom Wes is very proud of. He has seen his eldest two daughters married to young men who had worked for him, and has been proud to be made a grandpa four times, going on five. He is a bit more protective of his youngest daughter, and feels sure that no young man will be good enough for her.

Now, as his sheep are being bothered more by wolves than anytime in the past, he is worried about them but also about his youngest two children, who now tend the sheep for him. He is considering whether it is safe for them to guard the sheep, and wondering whether he ought to hire people to do it instead, thinking it would be worth the money if it keeps his children out of the danger of the wolves. But, they insist they can manage so he just hopes he is just being paranoid.

Matriarch
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Lauryl Woods

Lauryl Shrubbs was orphaned at a young age, and grew up in her widowed aunt's home, Mrs. Emily Pearson. As Lauryl got older, she became aware of a young man who helped his father with his sheep. She wanted very much for him to notice her, and became determined that she would meet him, one way or another. She had learned knitting and crochet and other things while living with her aunt, but now she acquainted herself with Mrs Woods, asking if she might visit now and then. She began to learn how to use a spinning wheel, and how to weave fabric, and whatever else Mrs Woods would teach her, and eventually became an apprentice to the older lady.

Her plan worked, for not only did she enjoy the crafts that she learned from Mrs Woods, but she also managed to meet Wes. He eventually asked if he might come calling on her, and she was delighted, and agreed. Eventually this led to them marrying, and she was the happiest woman in the world. Before long, she had given birth to a daughter, on the night of the first snow of the winter. They named her Winter, and thought it was cute that her name was Winter Woods.

Their next child was a boy, and they were both quite pleased, but grief struck the next day when the child was discovered to have died during the night. It was some time before they tried again, and this time had a girl, and named her Anna. The next three children, two boys and a girl, also died young, and the couple were beginning to think that they would only have two daughters and no son. But, at last they were blessed with a son, and for a while they feared that they would lose him as well. They were very careful with everything they did concerning Logan, but eventually they relaxed a bit when it became evident that he wasn't going to die in infancy. The next, and last child the couple would have, was born two years after Logan, and while Wes had hoped he might have another son, he was nonetheless pleased to have another baby girl.

As the couple began to get older they decided they should not try for anymore children now. The sheep were being tended by two hired young men, now. Wes and Lauryl came to like both young men as well as if they were their sons, and it was clear that the boys cared very much for the elder two daughters. It wasn't very surprising when the elder of the two young men began to call on Winter. Soon the two were married and Lauryl began looking forward to having grandchildren. She didn't have to wait very long, and the year was an extra happy one as two major events happened in the same year, in the same month in fact! First, Anna married the other young man who had begun to call on her. Then, three days later, Winter's first child was born, being Lauryl and Wes' first grandchild.

As time went on, more grandchildren were born, and Lauryl and Wes have been very happy. But, once both their elder daughters were married to both of their hired men, Wes and Lauryl began to discuss what to do about this matter. Both of their sons-in-law had taken properties near to the meadows where the sheep pastured, but watching the sheep took a lot of time, and neither young man wanted to spend that much time away from his new family. Lauryl understood this. She had spent many nights alone while Wes was being shepherd, and often she had come out to spend days with him in the pasture. But once their children came along, she couldn't do that; that was when he had hired others to watch the sheep for him so he could stay home.

The solution to their problem was unexpected, however. Their younger two children both volunteered eagerly to shepherd the sheep. Lauryl was worried about this, with both of them. She still harbored secret concern about Logan, remembering two other sons and one daughter that had died before their lives began. She tried to push those worries aside, telling herself that Logan was capable and strong. But what about Liana? She was only a young girl. But she did have a deep love for all animals and would be an excellent caregiver to the sheep. Wes' solution concerned her some, but also relieved her some. He suggested they both care for the sheep, together. So that has been the arrangement of things for a few years now. While she has gotten used to it, Lauryl still can't help worrying, especially with the rise in wolf problems lately.


Children

Winter
(See Rose Family)


Wesley
Born 10 Oct, the baby was found dead the next morning

Anna
(See Roebuck Family)

Douglas
Born on 2 Feb, this baby lived for four days before succumbing to death, possibly because of the cold weather. Despite his mother's efforts to keep him warm, he died on 6 Feb

Rubus
Stillborn on 20 May

Autumn
Born on 16 Sep, she lived for a three weeks but became sick and died on 6 Oct


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Logan

Born on Oct. 22, Logan grew up cared for by not only his parents, but his older sisters as well, so he sometimes may have had a little too much attention as a young child. When his little sister came along, he may have been a bit jealous of the attention being split. When they were quite young, they were all each other had to play with so they often played together. Logan often had disagreements with his sister, and they bickered somewhat as they were growing up, yet still usually played together. Often, their disagreements were over what game to play, and whether they ought to do this or that. Still, as Logan got a little older, he often felt annoyed with his little sister and wanted to be away from her, becoming further irritated if he could not.

As a very young child, Logan loved music and often borrowed his mother's dishes to use as drums, or spoons to use to play them together. When he got a little bit older, however, he was given a gittern as a gift, and he eagerly began to learn to play on it. His mother was relieved, as her pots and spoons were no longer in danger of being destroyed. Logan learned quickly to play on the gittern and it became evident he was quite musically talented. As he moved into his early teens, he asked his father if he could get another instrument, a Lute, which he had heard of but was disappointed to learn that they were quite expensive.


Around that time, Logan became aware that his father was in need of someone to shepherd the flock of sheep. Having always been willing to help out when needed, Logan considered this and decided that rather than his father having to hire someone else to care for the sheep and learn how to do it, he could do it himself. He knew how to take care of sheep and he would enjoy being of some help to his family. Besides that, he didn't have as much interest anymore in playing with his little sister, and other boys his age were too far away to go off to play with them. It would give him more time to play his instruments, anyway. He volunteered to be the shepherd his father needed, and there was much discussion about it. When his little sister also volunteered, Logan was a little annoyed and felt that he would surely be the best choice. He thought she was too young and besides, who would have a girl as a shepherd? He felt sure that his father would turn her down, for obviously, they would want a shepherd who could protect the sheep, and she was just a girl.


His father's decision shocked him. He wanted them both to do it! Logan was upset about this at first. He was still willing to do it, but he didn't want to have to bring Liana along. But, they both wanted to do it and they both agreed. The plan was that they would take the sheep up to the Spring Pasture, and his brother-in-law Glen would stay with them a few months to help them learn the ropes, then come along to check and make sure they were alright every day on the first, and gradually less and less, if he felt they were able to manage. Glen would bring supplies by once a week. Logan had no worries about his ability to take care of the sheep, but he wasn't sure he could stand being around Liana all that time.

The siblings took the job though, and by the time they moved the sheep to the Summer Pasture, where his other brother-in-law Ray would be taking over supply deliveries, Logan had hardly even noticed the change in his attitude toward his sister. They got along much better, and they were closer friends than before. He felt more protective of her, as well. By the time they moved the sheep into the Winter Pasture, where they would be closer to home again, Logan hadn't really noticed the change but his parents were amazed how much better the siblings behaved toward each other.


Unknown to Logan, over the next couple of years, their parents saved up as much as they could. On the third winter that the two young shepherds returned home, Logan was surprised with a Lute for his birthday. He was thrilled and began to work on learning that. He decided, however, not to bring the larger, more expensive instrument along with him when they took the sheep out to the Spring Pasture the following spring, because he didn't want to risk it being damaged. He brought his Gittern though, as usual. He has been a shepherd now for about 5-6 years, and often plays his gittern and sings the sheep to sleep, or calms them. He also has a flute that he made, and uses that sometimes to play music, but most often to play specific signals, such as calling the sheep together, or to let Liana know something. They have their own system of signals (similar to Morse Code).


The siblings aren't often in town, due to having to constantly stay with the sheep, but sometimes, Glen or Ray come and stay with the sheep so the younger two can have a break and go to town. They are usually always seen together, and many folks sometimes even forget that they aren't twins, as they look a lot alike and get along so well and are so often seen together. They work well together as a team, as well, and it is quite easy to forget that they are actually not twins, but are two years apart.

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Liana

Liana, born Nov. 22, is the youngest of the Woods children. She has always had a deep love for animals. She is a sweet-natured girl, and is always polite to everyone. She was always less mischievous than her brother Logan, and would often remind him of their parents rules when they were playing and he wanted to do something that might break those rules. She always tried to get along with him, wanting to be friends but he often seemed to not want to be around her so she would end up playing by herself a lot, wondering what she had done to make him dislike her.

As she grew older, Liana spent a lot of time with the animals of the farm, and she often would go with her father when he went to check on the sheep. She loved it when they came home for the winter, and she could go out and see the sheep every day. When Liana was about 10, she heard her family discussing whether to let Logan become the new shepherd, as her new brother-in-law had asked to resign from that job so he might stay home with his family more. Liana eagerly asked if she could be the shepherd, as she already knew every one of the sheep and had even given them all names, despite how many there were.

Her father eventually agreed that she could be shepherd.. IF she and Logan both worked together at the job. She was a little disappointed at that, because she felt like he didn't like her and she couldn't see how this was going to work out. But she still agreed, because she wanted to be able to help and she also loved the sheep already so who could possibly take care of them better than her?

After a few months, she was pleased to notice that Logan's attitude toward her had improved so much, and in a year's time she felt like they were best friends. She is very happy to spend most of the year tending to the sheep. Usually, she falls asleep to the sound of Logan's gittern playing, or she will sing along with him to help the sheep fall asleep. Often, during the spring days, her brother-in-law Glen will bring his family to visit, and she enjoys playing with her niece Autumn, who is not much younger than herself, and her little nephew Wesley. During the late summer and early fall, when they move the sheep to the other pasture, they are visited by her other brother-in-law Ray and sometimes he brings his family to visit, too.
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Tirion

Tirion has been with the family since he was a puppy. He is very devoted to his job and especially devoted and loyal to his people, Logan and Liana. Especially Liana. He would give his life to protect them, or the sheep. He would also do anything necessary to protect any member of the family that he is familiar with, especially the children. He is friendly and enjoys attention, even from strangers unless the stranger has a menacing way about them.
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Glen Rose

Glen was eager to take the job with Mr Woods, tending his sheep. He had seen Winter Woods around town and was eager for an excuse to meet her, as well as hoping to get on good terms with her family. He and his friend Ray both took the job, and while their job had them out in the pasture most of the time, he was pleased that this did give him more opportunity to get to know Winter. He worried many times that she might find someone else while he was out tending the sheep during the spring and summer and fall. But, after the first year of his working for Mr Woods, Winter began to come with her father on trips to bring supplies to the young shepherds. Glen was happy to get to know her better, and before long he found out that she came only to see him. He asked to come calling on her, receiving approval from her father as well.

At last, he came to her father to ask that he might marry Winter. He was nervous, fearing that he would be turned down, but to his surprise, Mr Woods was quite happy and eagerly gave his permission. He told Glen that he already felt as if he were part of the family, and would be thrilled to have him for a son. Encouraged by this, Glen went to Winter and asked her to marry him, receiving a similar response from her. So, on April 20, 3002, Glen and Winter were married and went to live in a home Glen had built on the edge of the Spring Pasture, property given to them by Mr Woods. Two years later, their first child came along, a daughter, and then their son came three years after that. Glen is fine with only the two, but if anymore come along he would be fine with that. He is very happy with his family and enjoys spending time with them.

When his daughter came along, however, Glen expressed his concerns to Wes, telling him that he would like to spend more time with his family. So his friend Ray took on most of the shepherding duties, though Glen still came to help at times. He would come and help him sometimes during the day, but return home at night. He will bring supplies out to the shepherd every week, and help with the hay harvesting of the other pastures, and anything else, so long as he is able to be home at night to be with his family.

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Winter Rose

Winter Woods, the eldest of the Woods children, was always a very outgoing sort of girl. She learned the wool-working trade her mother taught her, but she spent a lot of time in childhood playing with her younger sister Anna. And so they were rather close. Neither girl really remembered their brother Wesley, who died the day after he was born. Winter was too little to think much about it, though she sort of remembers him. She had told Anna about him later, but it wasn't spoken of much until Winter was older. When her mother had another two sons who died young, Winter tried to comfort her mother, being around 8 when the last one was born. Then, when the next child came along, it was a girl. Winter was around 12 at this time, and her mother gave her the honor of naming the baby. She chose the name Autumn, as she thought it was the perfect name for her new little sister. She thought Winter and Autumn would be the coolest names together, plus Autumn Woods just sounded perfect to her. But after less than a month, Autumn got sick and died as well, and the whole family was grieved.

At last, the next two of her siblings were born, and both times Winter thought they were going to die, but to her relief, they didn't and she loved her baby brother and baby sister very much. But, by the time Logan came along, she was 15 and starting to take interest in the young man her father had hired as a shepherd. When Liana came along, Winter helped with taking care of her but she was courting Glen by then, and in just a few more years, she married him and left home. She still helps out with the family business, and comes to town frequently to help her mother run the shop, though she is raising her own family now.

When her first child came along, she was very nervous. Having seen how many of her siblings had died so young, she feared that she might suffer the same tragedy. When her daughter was born, she didn't even name her for a month, just in case she didn't survive. Though, despite not giving her a name, she still took the best care of her that she could. Her husband helped and comforted her through this time of worry and anxiety, trying to reassure her that all would be well. Once she was finally more confident that the child would live, they named her Autumn, partly after the sister she had who had died, and partly because she still loved the name. Their next child was a son, and they named him Wesley, after Winter's father. And so the happy family is content now. They spend a lot of time with their other family members, helping during the shearing season, hay harvest, and other things. Winter is teaching her daughter how to spin wool using a drop spindle, as she is too small yet to use a spinning wheel.

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Autumn Rose was born on Sept 5. She is a very happy child, very loved and healthy. She loves all animals, and especially likes it when her daddy takes her and her brother out to visit her aunt and uncle with the sheep. Sometimes she gets to pet the baby lambs, and she loves that the most. At other times, she gets to help cut down all the grass in the field and they store it in the barn for the winter. She also likes it when they bring in all the wool after the sheep are shorn, and she gets to help her momma and grandma turn the wool into yarn and stuff.

Her best friend is Maggy Winters, and she likes to run around and play with her whenever she can. She sometimes lets her little brother Wes come along, and sometimes even her little cousins too. But she mostly likes to play with Maggy and other little girls, because boys like to play dumb games that she doesn't like as much.


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Wesley Rose

Wesley, born Nov 8, is a bit more of a quiet boy, but he can get up to mischief when he wants to. He is more prone to mischief when he is with his cousin and best friend, Gilbert, but he also likes playing quietly indoors. He is usually eager to help his father, and go with him to do things like delivering supplies to his aunt and uncle who tend the sheep. He is too little to do much to help but he usually ask if he can help, such as with the sheep shearing, or haymaking. He is usually given small, simple tasks to do and he is content with those. He also likes to run around and play with other boys his age, and sometimes wants to tag along with his big sister to play with her.
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Ray Roebuck

Ray Roebuck was talked into taking the shepherd job by his best friend, Glen Rose. He knew nothing about sheep and didn't know if he would be able to do this, but Glen was determined to take the job and begged him to take it with him, so he could have his best friend to keep him company. So Ray agreed, and began to learn the job. After some time, however, Ray was very grateful for having taken the job. He met Anna Woods, and fell in love with her. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and was determined that he would marry her, if she would have him.

He attended Glen and Winter's wedding as best man, and was truly glad for his friend. Though, he was even more pleased that Anna was maiden of honor, and thus he was given the privilege of escorting her on his arm down the aisle during the wedding. Later he asked her to dance, and by the end of the evening, he had worked up the nerve to ask if he might call on her again. He was relieved that she said yes, and so he began to court her from that time on. Before long, they were also married and he was thrilled to be getting married.

He was reluctant to have to leave her, though, to do shepherding duties. As Glen had already resigned to stay home with his family, he was alone in the job now, and while he didn't mind helping his parents-in-law, he would rather be home with his new bride. He and Anna were given a portion of land on the border of the Summer Pasture to live on. The winter they had spent together as husband and wife had been wonderful, and now spring had come and he hated having to be apart from her.

When Mr Woods came with news from Anna, he was delighted as well as even more loath to stay away for months at a time; Anna was going to have a baby! He arranged with Glen to stay with the sheep for a few days so he could see Anna, and spent those few days with her, reassuring her that he would come when he could. However, after a few months, when he returned, he found her with sad news. She had lost the baby, and he did all he could to comfort her before he had to return to the sheep.

After a couple more years, Anna announced she was pregnant again, and this time Ray told Mr Woods that he could not keep the sheep anymore, he wanted to stay home as much as he could. After it was decided that Logan and Liana would watch the sheep, he agreed to bring them supplies and check on the kids now and then.

Anna's pregnancy went fine this time, and she had a healthy little boy. Later, they had a little girl and she also seemed healthy enough. Now, with a six year old and a three year old, Anna is pregnant again. Though, she worries, after her first miscarriage and having seen many of her baby siblings die. Ray tries to comfort her and assure her that this one will be fine but she can't help worrying anyway.


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Anna Roebuck
Anna was always rather close with her sister Winter. She always loved cooking, so she learned the skill quite well, and might even be somewhat famous for her pies, though she would blush and wave a hand dismissively at any praise. She never really paid much attention to the sheep, and never really knew the names of the young men who shepherded for her father, until she was a young woman. She had seen them, of course, but never actually met them, except for Glen when he started courting her sister. However, when Winter got married, Anna couldn't really explain why she was suddenly so nervous to be escorted by the handsome young man who was best man. She had seen him before, and had vaguely met him. She had commented to her sister before that he was rather attractive, but now she was holding his arm, and later she agreed to a dance with him. When he asked if he could call on her, she was rather surprised, and before she even knew quite what she was saying, she had agreed. She could hardly believe it!

Eventually, she was thrilled to be marrying him, though she was sad when he had to go back to the pasture. She soon discovered that she was pregnant, and she knew it would likely be a long time before she would see him again, so she sent word by her father to let him know, because she couldn't wait to tell him. She half hoped he might find a way to come see her, so she was not disappointed when he came home. The disappointment came when he had to leave again. She hoped he might come back to see her when he moved the sheep to another pasture in the summer, and then she would be further along and he might even get to feel the baby moving, even kicking perhaps. But she didn't get that far along, and miscarried after only a few months. She was grieved, and couldn't bear to try for a child for some time. So, it was in the fourth year of her marriage that she became pregnant again. She feared she would lose this one, so she didn't say anything about it for some time. But, when it began to get obvious, she told her husband, and warned him not to get too excited, just in case.

But she had no reason to worry, and her child was born healthy and strong. Next her daughter was born and she constantly worried about them both, but eventually she began to relax, though sometimes she seems a little overprotective of them. She often goes to visit her sister, or her sister comes to visit her, and their children will play together. She also helps her mother run the shop, often. Though, since Anna is currently pregnant again, and constantly worrying about whether this child will live or not, she has been staying home as much as she can. She fears that she will lose it, so she tries to be very careful not to do anything that might endanger the child.


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Gilbert Roebuck

Born on Jan 30, Gilbert is a rather rambunctious, mischievous little boy. He is only six years old, but manages to test his parent's patience quite a bit. He enjoys playing with his cousin, Wesley, who is about the same age. He likes to run around, climb trees, pick up frogs, turtles, snakes and bugs, and sometimes he likes to pull pranks on his family. When he is with his cousin Wesley, he tends to drag the other boy into mischievous activities as well. Sometimes he goes wandering off on his own little adventures, and causes his mother all sorts of worry when he does those sort of things. Sometimes he lets his sister tag along and play with him but she's just a baby so he doesn't like to have her tagging along if he can help it. He's really hoping that he'll be getting a baby brother soon, so he can have another boy to play with, but he isn't sure if that'll work out anyway because it'll be a lot more of a baby than Rosie is.


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Rosemary Roebuck

Rosemary was born on June 4. She is an adorable little three-year-old, sweet and friendly to everyone. Sometimes she can be mischievous like her older brother, but she is currently too little to do very much. She played with her brother and cousin sometimes, but her mother prefers to keep her close to her as much as she can. So Rosie will often play with her dolls or something while her brother is playing outside. She's rather curious to know if she will be having a baby brother or a baby sister, and hopes it will be a baby sister so she can have another dolly to dress up, though her mother says she won't be able to do that.

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Baby Roebuck
The baby hasn't been born yet, and is due sometime in late summer or early fall. No one knows yet whether it will be a boy or a girl. More info later!
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Magnolia Winters

Magnolia Winters, daughter of Ben and Lila Winters, was born on September 21, 3005. Ever since she was little, she has always enjoyed spending time outdoors and helping her dad with his projects. Ben, a well known repair man in the Bree area, was often called upon to fix just about anything that might break. He was a skilled carpenter, and was good enough as a blacksmith to fix metal things as well as wooden, and just about anything else. He built a little house in a tree for Maggy to play in when she was very little and it is one of her favorite places.

Lila, Maggy's mother became ill rather suddenly. There was no time to call for a healer, for she passed away soon after becoming sick. Ben buried her behind their house, in the garden she loved. Struggling to deal with his wife's death while still trying to care for their daughter, he took a job which unfortunately took him a long ways from home, in the lumber camp. Not only did they need men to work, but his skill at fixing things was of great help to them.

Despite the fact that Ben had told Maggy to go and stay with friends until he returned, Magnolia did not do as her father said to do. Instead, she stayed at home, determined that she would take care of herself because she didn't need a babysitter. Besides, she couldn't leave her mother's grave, and she certainly didn't want to have to talk about it to anyone. She didn't tell anyone that her mother was dead, nor that her father was gone, for a very long time.

But when her father never came home, she became torn about what to do. She decided that she would pretend like her dad was still home, so that no one would find out that he wasn't there. He had been overlong in returning home, but she remained determined to believe that he will return. Still, as the charade continued on, it became more difficult to hide the fact that she had no parents caring for her. No one saw her parents around town anymore, and her excuses left much to be desired. It wasn't long before she confided in her best friend Autumn, who then told her parents out of concern for her friend.

Though Maggy was initially upset with Autumn, the girls made up soon. Maggy began to live part-time at Autumn's house, where Autumn's family helped care for her, now that word had got out about her father having gone away for so long. Alongside this, Maggy began to tag along after Clay Dogwood, deciding that he needed help in fixing up the house he's getting ready for him and Amber to live in. She considers him something of a role model, like an older brother or uncle that she never had.

Eventually, some news came by word from travelers that the loggers had been wiped out. The very same loggers which included Ben Winters. According to the rumor, they were attacked by evil men from far away lands. Still, Maggy refused to believe this report and held onto the hope that her father will return someday. Though, as time wears on, it begins to seem less and less likely...

Thankfully, her best friend Autumn Rose has got her family helping her. Maggy refuses to believe that her father might not come home, but the family does what they can to help her, giving her food that they have 'too much of' and including her in trips to town to buy new shoes, and things like that. She is still trying to earn money by getting repair jobs, but still has much to learn.
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Attubel "Bel" Hûrphen


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Cheery and friendly to almost everyone, Bel is a very hard working and generous girl. She will go above and beyond what is expected of her and tries to exhibit thoughtfulness toward others. She is sometimes too bold, or won't take no for an answer in certain matters, such as refusing to accept a rejection of friendship or insisting on working at the inn even if it means she won't get regular wages, so long as she has a place to live. She is caring and tries to help others when she can but also has been known to be blunt with people, or to sit at a random stranger's table and start chatting with them. She is fun-loving and not afraid to help those she cares about even if it means putting herself at risk.

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Bell is rather short for having Dunedain lineage, standing at only 5'1" tall. She has long, dark, wavy hair that is normally worn down around her shoulders, or pulled back out of her face when working. Her eyes are gray but also have a hint of blue in them, though they appear more blue in certain lighting. Her hands show evidence of a hard working person, and while they may not be as soft and dainty as a noble girl's would, she does keep her nails trimmed and cleans the dirt out from under them.


-History-


Bel's father, Belegon, was her whole world for most of her life, and she loved him very much. He was a ranger before she was born, then he fell in love and married a girl named Laerornil, and they were happy together. Soon, she told him he would be a father, and his joy was even greater. Therefore, his grief was that much greater still when the time came for Laerornil to deliver their first, and only child, and the labor was too hard on her. He buried his wife and planted a garden about her grave. Being a single parent now, he retired from the life of a ranger, and became a trapper instead. He made frequent trips to Bree and the Forsaken inn, to sell his furs and meat and other things, and get supplies. Occasionally, a close ranger friend of his would come by and visit with the small family. Bel came to know this friend as Uncle Dae, though what his whole name might be, she never knew. Belegon raised his daughter the best that he could without his wife, and tried not to let his grief consume him. Attubel became his joy in life, and he did everything that he could for his precious little girl, and did all he could to protect her until the day that he too died.

Bel was 17 when this happened. She'd had a nightmare premonition showing her that bandits would come to their home, kill her father and take her away, for what purpose, she didn't want to guess. She ran to him in fear and begged him to let them flee, and convinced him of her vision. So the protective father that he was, Belegon and Attubel hastily packed up their things and set off in the midst of a harsh winter, heading for someplace where they might hide from the coming danger. After traveling for most of the day, it was nearing evening when he lost its footing while leading the horse down a steep, rocky slope, Bel upon the horse's back. He went tumbling down the slope before Bel knew what was happening. By the time she reached him, her father was dying, and he had only enough breath left to urge her to go to the Forsaken Inn and beg refuge there. He died just after managing the words, "I love you".

Filled with grief, Bel somehow managed to bundle him up onto the horse, taking the lead rope, she then continued onward to the Forsaken inn her father told her of. There, she pleaded for help. After convincing the innkeeper to give her a job in exchange for room and board, he then helped her bury her father in a little clearing in the forest, and when spring came she planted flowers there. She also made a trip back to her home, finding it in ruins, but was able to rescue some of the flock of chickens she'd had to leave behind. She gathered them up and brought them back to the inn with her, and has since then worked at the inn and done her best to earn her keep.

Some time later, she was nearly slain by a wolf, but was rescued by a young ranger named Gwestion, whom she has since fallen deeply in love with and is thrilled every time he returns to the inn, though it's not as often as she would like. Until, one day, when his brother brought him there, both wounded, and Gwestion was forced to remain for a very long time due to a broken leg and other injuries. During this time Bel did all she could to care for him, including setting off against better judgement to retrieve a healer, which ended in near-disaster when bandits assailed her along the way, and things might have turned out very badly if Gwandhyra, a friend of Gwestion's, hadn't happened to be near, and rescued her.


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Special Abilities: she occasionally has dreams/premonitions of things that are going to happen, primarily bad things, and nearly always has time and chance to warn people to prevent it from becoming a tragic truth. She also sometimes has dreams which give her information about people, or she may get a sort of sense of something about someone. This is a bit rarer but sometimes happens, faintly.


Bel has an appaloosa horse which belonged to her father, as well as a sword which has been in her family for many generations.
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Gladhron Delior

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Gladhron stands at about 6'1" and has an average build, a little broader in the shoulders and chest than his brother. He has warm, friendly gray-blue eyes and dark hair, which he lets grow about to his shoulders, and it tends to look a little shaggy when he's out in the wild with no way to comb it. His easy grin is usually surrounded by a short beard, not so long it might get tangled in anything but enough to give him a rugged appearance. He tends to wear muted colors and riding boots, though he doesn't stick solely to earth-tones in his clothing choices.

Though it doesn't really apply to looks, it's worth mentioning that he has a unique sort of accent, being some blend of Rohirric, Sindarin, and Westron, due to his upbringing.
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Gladhron is a very outgoing young man. He is friendly and enjoys the company of others. He likes to tell tales of his adventures, often embellished or exaggerated, and is happy to indulge an eager listener. He likes to entertain friends whenever possible. He likes to laugh and have fun and enjoy life. As he spends most of his time traveling with his quiet, serious little brother, Gladhron often feels frustrated. He does what he can to try and make his brother laugh more, but this often results in his brother getting into a bad mood. Partly because his idea of jokes often include teasing his brother, which is not taken well by Gwestion.

Gladhron is curious and likes to explore and have adventure, yet he can also tend to be lazy at times and prefer to relax and do nothing, if possible. He also is bad about acting or speaking before he's thought things through entirely. He enjoys talking to pretty women especially, but any company who is not like his brother is welcome. He fancies himself as a gallant hero and likes to embellish his stories a little, usually in favor of making himself seem more heroic. But despite this slight vanity, he is a good person who wants to help others.

As much as he finds his brother annoying with his frequent nagging about being more serious and responsible, Gladhron cares very much about his brother and often feels he must protect him, as the eldest brother. He often hides these feelings by teasing Gwestion about anything and everything, unaware of how much this teasing bothers Gwestion. He can absolutely be serious when needed, but he often feels like Gwestion ought to lighten up.

Being a big brother, he tends to boss Gwestion around a little, or manipulate things to make Gwestion do those things he doesn't want to do. But despite this, he is a kindhearted person who would do anything he must do to protect others. He wants his brother to be happy, and it upsets him to see how sad Gwestion tends to be. He wishes he could somehow make everything better for him, though he knows his brother's grief won't be healed that easily. So he humors him to try and help, not knowing what else to do. Although this causes him to feel upset at times.

Gladhron also loves kids and enjoys visiting his mother's sister and her family. He gets along well with his two young nieces and enjoys sharing thrilling adventure stories with the girls. He hopes one day to have kids of his own.


-History-
Gladhron has always been a curious, adventurous, and rambunctious boy. His early adventures as a child often involved him dragging his little siblings along but his parents knew he was always the one behind such mischief. He often begged his father to let him come along whenever Gwedhion would be leaving for a mission. But he was always too young for such things, until one day at last, when he was 15. His father invited him to come along and Gladhron eagerly jumped at the opportunity. He felt just a little bit smug about being the privileged one, the oldest son, though he couldn't wait to return and tell his brother and sister all about the adventure.

Having never ventured far from home, he was excited to be going all the way to Dale! There, he met a pretty girl, and developed a strong crush from the moment he first saw her. Still, he had terrifying adventure involving spiders of Mirkwood, which forever changed how he saw spiders, no matter how small. Due to how wrong things went during that adventure, partly due to him not doing as his father said... Gladhron's father decided that he was actually not ready to be going along with him on ranger missions and patrols, yet. He insisted that he must wait a few more years, much to Gladhron's disappointment.

A few more years passed, and finally, when Gladhron was about 20, Gwedhion decided that both of his sons would come along with him to investigate some wolf activity going on in the area of the Breeland. They set off together, though Gladhron had mixed feelings about the fact that had Gwestion joined them this time. He was pleased to have his little brother along, and excited to share the journey with him, yet this turned to jealousy when Gwestion proved to be a better listener, and showed more willingness toward obeying their father's commands, and therefore gained more of their father's praise. It must be admitted that Gladhron did not always pay attention to his father's instructions.

But alas, in the course of this trip, their father sustained an injury after being attacked by the alpha wolf of the pack, and if not for some timely aid from a local girl skilled with a bow, they might have lost their father that day. She happened to be the daughter of a local healer, and helped the brothers get their father to her mother. He was forced to remain there for a lengthy time to recover. While he did, the teenaged trio set off on their own to hunt down the remaining wolves, and believed they had eradicated them entirely.

After he was well enough to be moved, Gwedhion and his sons returned home, and there he remained for the rest of his life. He could no longer walk properly, and that was the end of his ranger career. He intended to take his sons to the hidden valley of the elves, Rivendell, one day, as well as other places they had not been, and there was much more that he meant to teach them, but now, he could not take them anywhere.

In lieu of going off on rangering adventures like they had hoped, the brothers decided.. with their father wounded and crippled, they could at least go hunting and bring back food for the family. And.. well, if they should happen to come across some sort of enemies while hunting for 'food', they knew how to fight and could deal with it. Gladhron was very eager to go after whatever there was, but had to persuade his younger brother that this was a good idea.

One day, however, the brothers came home to find that tragedy had struck. Their home had been destroyed, and their father slain. Their mother and sister had been taken away, and after burying their father, the brothers set out at once to find them with grim determination. Though, sadly, they came to a dead end as the trail became muddled, and there they found their mother, slain.. beheaded, in fact. Stricken with grief, the brothers tried to find some continuance of the trail, but found nothing which they could read. After taking their mother's body back home for burial beside their father, they returned and scoured the land for any sign of their sister, but there was no trail anymore.

After months, Gladhron came to accept what he felt must be the truth; that their sister had been killed as well, though he couldn't explain why they found no body. He was unable to convince Gwestion of this, however, and after a long time more of searching, he finally convinced him to give it a rest, at least. So they went on to investigate another matter which Gladhron felt was more pressing, but once that was resolved, they kept coming back upon Gwestion's insistence. Gladhron humors his brother, hoping that he will eventually come to accept it as well, and therefore begin to heal. But until then, Gladhron tries to keep his brother from becoming too obsessed, and wasting too much time in his fruitless search.


-Additional Info-


Gladhron means Man of laughter/he who laughs

He carries his father's sword, which was handed down from his father.

He rides a beautiful chestnut mare named Gaeroch (Gaer = coppery red + roch = horse)




Gwestion Delior


-Appearance-


Gwestion is 6' tall, with dark hair he keeps fairly short. He generally has a little stubble on his face that tends to give him a slightly 'rugged' look, especially paired with his travel-worn clothes. His eyes are a nice shade of bluish gray, which comes from his blue-eyed Rohirrim mother and his gray-eyed Dunedain father. He can have a very intent gaze at times. He has a slim but wiry build with lean muscles, and is usually dressed in forest-toned clothing. Brown leather with some green blended in, and other earthy tones.
Though it doesn't really apply to looks, it's worth mentioning that he has a unique sort of accent, being some blend of Rohirric, Sindarin, and Westron, due to his upbringing.

Age: early 20s, (4 years younger than his brother)
-Personality-
Gwestion is a rather quiet, serious-minded young man. He has occasionally been known to display a sense of fun, but usually he is focused on something important and tends to come off as grim and overly serious. He sometimes gets in a melancholy mood, and he tends to be secretive to excess, and also finds it a little difficult to connect with others. He gets frustrated by others who speak too freely for his liking, or who do not take responsibilities seriously, and those who prefer to goof off than to do what needs to be done. Which is exactly what his brother does, far too often.

Generally, Gwestion will keep quiet and take up other's slack in whatever job needs doing, though sometimes he will mention that the person whose job it is needs to do it. He tends to be quiet and thoughtful, alert to everything around him and also observant of everything he can. He strives to learn more of anything that he can which may be helpful later. His devotion to his family, friends, and country are the things that drives him most. Especially, finding his little sister.

Having given his word on anything, Gwestion will do all in his power to fulfill his vow, no matter how long it takes him or how difficult the task. He is determined and stubborn to a fault, and tends to hold onto hope as long as there is any shred of hope to cling to. His perseverance and sense of duty lead him to much frustration when he encounters obstacles that prevent him from his goal, but while he may get discouraged, in the end he will achieve his goal if it is at all possible, simply because of his tenacity.

He cares deeply for those of his family, and for close friends. Though his siblings may drive him to frustration and great irritation, still he would give his life to protect them. He also tends to be a little too devoted to the cause, at times. Gwestion will usually put others ahead of himself, sacrificing anything for others. He can be rather set in his opinions on things, such as he must finish the task at hand before he can allow himself to move onto anything else. He feels he must fulfill his vow to find his sister before he can be allowed any happiness, for instance, which leads him to feeling lonely or sad at times, other times frustrated and angry.

Still, despite how serious Gwestion is, he still does have a sense of humor though he rarely lets it show. He tries to help others even if he sometimes comes off as being "no fun", or a 'killjoy', according to Gladhron. He is very inquisitive and has a habit of trying to learn all that he can, including any new skills which may be helpful to him. His eagerness to learn leads him to ask many questions, though he doesn't usually volunteer any information of his own.

He loves horses very much, and has respect for all life. He has a lot of respect for women, and will not stand by and let anyone belittle or bully women or children. Yet, he also has no qualms about admitting that a woman do anything a man can do, if she wants to. He strives to be the very best at whatever he does, and although he does not always succeed at that, and his failures sometimes get him down, he will keep trying, and practicing, and trying to get better.


-History-


Gwestion is the younger son of ranger Gwedhion Delior. As a child, he listened eagerly to his father's tales of his many adventures as a ranger. He dreamed of one day following in his father's footsteps, and defending the innocent from the various dangers of the land, and rescuing damsels in distress and fighting against the evil forces of the world.

At a young age, he began learning to shoot a bow and arrow. He let his little sister join him, and they often practiced together, with their big brother there to help. As he got a little older, he began to practice swordplay with his brother, and strove to get good enough to one day best his older brother in a spar.

As Gwestion moved into his pre-teen years, he still wanted to become a ranger like his father. His passion for this calling never wavered, and he vowed to himself that he would be as good as his father, or better, one day. He wanted to do his father proud, as well as serve his chieftain, though he had never met the man. Therefore, it was with some jealousy and great longing that he watched his older brother set off with their father on his first venture into the wild. Gwestion, left to stay home with his mother and sister, wanted more than anything to go along with them. But he had promised his father he would stay and look after the women.

Finally, the day came when Gwestion was allowed to join them. He was sixteen, going on seventeen, by this time. Eager to prove to his father that he was going to be an excellent ranger, Gwestion listened closely to everything his father said, trying to absorb every lesson. He returned home with his own tales of adventure, and many new tricks and things he had learned which he couldn't wait to show his little sister, with whom he had always been very close, although there was also sorrow in the homecoming.

His father would never be able to walk properly again, and that meant that their training seemed to be over. How would they learn what he would have taught them, now? Eventually, though, Gladhron convinced him to 'sneak' and go off to hunt enemies, under the guise of hunting for game. While Gwestion didn't like deceiving their parents, he was pleased to get a bit more experience in this sort of thing. Still, he missed having his father along, and felt as if they were both quite unprepared for the world. Now he had only his brother, whom he did not always get along with. Gwestion realized, once he had ventured out into the wild with only Gladhron for company, how heavily they had both relied upon their father's knowledge and wisdom.

Still, determined to be the best he could be, Gwestion did not lose heart and he continued to do what he knew to do, while learning what things he could. He returned home after one venture and was eager to see his sister and tell her of the latest adventures he'd had, as well as learn what news there was of home.

As he and Gwilithiel walked to their usual place, to practice their archery together as they used to do daily, Gwestion was surprised when she asked when she would be joining them in their adventures. He laughed, assuming her to be joking, but when he realized she was not, he told her that she could not join them for she was a girl, and a woman's lot was to stay home and wait for the man's return, ideas he had picked up from Gladhron, being around him a little too much.

Needless to say, this set fire to his sister's temper and Gwestion was soon the target of her wrath. Having always got along quite well, this was one thing Gwestion was not prepared for, and he retaliated with words he did not mean, such as saying that a woman could not survive out in the wilderness on her own, and that a woman could not handle the life of a ranger, and that Gwilithiel couldn't survive one day in the wild like one must as a ranger, and other such things which he said without thought. The sibling's argument ended as his sister stormed away from him, leaving Gwestion confused and upset by what just happened, as well as regretting the whole conversation.

Frustrated, Gwestion did not know what to do, but he and Gladhron had meant to set out again in the morning. He hoped that when he returned, she would have forgiven him, and they could move past this argument. He and Gladhron left early, and though he looked for her to bid her farewell, Gwestion did not find Gwilithiel. It sat heavy on his heart to leave home without having made up with her, but they could not delay any longer as the matter was urgent. He did not know, then, that their argument would be the last time he spoke to his sister.

After he and his brother had finished their mission and returned home, they found the place in ruins. Gwestion was stunned by the scene that met his eyes. Their home was partially burned, and signs of a battle lay all around. While Gladhron ran to check inside the house, Gwestion could not make himself go in and see the devastation there. Instead, he slowly searched around the yard. It was then that he found his father.

Slain by a sword, with a blood-stained wood ax still in his hands, Gwedhion lay beside a pile of firewood he had been trying to chop, though there were signs that indicated that he had slain many of his foes who had since been dragged away.

Once the brothers had established that their mother and sister were not there, and had not been slain by the invading foes, they buried their father and set out to follow the trail and recover the women. They made it as far as Rohan before losing the trail amidst confusing signs on the ground. There was signs of another battle taking place, though they could not establish who this new foe was. Then, a storm had swept many of the tracks away, and there were many slain, and then the brothers were unsure which trail to follow, or even which trail belonged to which group.

As they spread out to find what they could, Gwestion happened upon a single item that brought him a sliver of hope. It was a thing that belonged to his sister. He hurried along this new trail, but at the end his hopes were dashed, and his grief restored anew. His mother lay at the end of this trail, her head removed by an enemy's sword.

After this horrible discovery, the brothers debated about what to do. In the end, after they could no longer find any clues to lead them to the right path to pursue after their sister, they wrapped up their mother's body in blankets and brought her back home, to lay her at rest in a grave beside their father's. After this was done, Gwestion insisted upon going back over the trail to see if they had missed anything before. Perhaps Gwilithiel had escaped before that point. And so the brothers spent months searching, until at last Gwestion gave in to his brother's attempts to distract him with other pressing issues, though he found it hard to focus on much else.

A couple of months passed before Gwestion insisted upon returning. Perhaps with having taken a little time away, they could see the trail with fresh eyes. But alas, the trail had grown far colder by now. The tracks they had followed were now gone, but Gwestion still remembered the route, and the place where he had found his mother. He insisted upon searching every inch of ground.

Off and on over the next few years, Gwestion would allow his brother to draw him off on another venture, to focus upon another mission, but always he would insist upon returning to search for some new hint of his sister's whereabouts. Having vowed to himself that he would find her, Gwestion refused to give up. Not only that, but it weighed even more heavily on him, knowing that the last words he spoke to her were said in wrath, and that they had parted in such a way. He has vowed that he will never give up searching until he has found her.

Being so set on finding Gwilithiel, Gwestion has never given much thought toward women, until one day when he met a pretty young lady at the Forsaken inn. At first he thought to dismiss any thought of her, but the more he sees her and becomes friends with her, the more difficult he finds it to stop thinking about her, though he feels that he doesn't deserve any happiness, and has no right to fall in love. He is conflicted about this, and therefore, denies it entirely.


-Additional Info-


Gwestion now uses his father's bow, while Gladhron uses their father's sword.
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He rides a spotted/dapple grey mare named Mael(meaning stained) which he is very fond of.



Gwilithiel Delior
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-Appearance-
Gwilithiel was a slim girl, somewhat tall, compared to others of her age. She had long, dark, wavy hair and blue-gray eyes. Her smile was warm and bright, and her eyes tended to sparkle with excitement, mischief, or amusement. She rarely wore shoes, preferring to go barefoot as she ran around outside. Her dresses were typically plain, as she had no need for extravagant things, and her hair usually flowed loose and free. Her fingernails usually had a line of dirt under them, along with small callouses on her fingertips from a bowstring.
Though it doesn't really apply to looks, it's worth mentioning that she had a unique sort of accent, being some blend of Rohirric, Sindarin, and Westron, due to her upbringing.

Age: 14 when last seen. (about 2½ years younger than Gwestion)

-Personality-
Gwilithiel was a very adventurous young lady. She loved the outdoors and enjoyed roaming the forest. She was a happy young girl, usually to be found either practicing her archery skills or in a tree somewhere. As the youngest child of three siblings, she was often tailing along after her brothers. Eager to learn anything she could from her father, she was always disappointed when she must stay inside and help her mother with housework. Still, she was a hard working girl and obedient for the most part, and mostly did as her parents asked of her.

Gwilithiel was usually quite easy going and got along well with others, but she does have a temper when provoked. If you say the wrong thing and invoke her wrath, then you will certainly regret it. She was quite fierce for such a little lady, and capable of much more than one may expect. Being a very intelligent girl, she can think strategically and come up with clever plans to suit her purpose as necessary, whether it be for revenge, sneaking off on an adventure, or otherwise.

Despite her fierce capabilities, Gwilithiel was normally a sweet girl, quick to laugh and make jokes right along with her brothers, and never minded a bit to share things with others, or to give things to others. She was kind and caring of those around her, and would go out of her way to help another. She loved animals, and spent a lot of time with the barn cats and other creatures. Still, she was not at all squeamish about learning how to hunt and trap, and willing to do the messy job of cleaning and prepping the catch for cooking.

While she may not have ever had a chance to explore the world and see what lies beyond the borders of her home, Gwilithiel longed to set out on her own adventures and prove to her brothers that girls could do anything boys can. She had plenty of stubbornness, and a strong sense of justice, instilled in her by her father. She was determined that she will one day be a female ranger, something her eldest brother said could never happen.


-History-
Growing up as the youngest child of her parents, Gwilithiel was a little bit sheltered, or might have been if she had not insisted upon trailing along after her big brothers all the time. She was thrilled, as a young child, to be given her brother's hand-me-down wooden sword, and for the longest time carried it around everywhere, tucked into her belt like a real sword, or play-fighting with anything that could be imagined into an enemy, such as a tree branch or simply just the air.


As she grew older, she began to try and learn to fight along with her brothers, as their father trained them with a sword. This amused the boys, but her father decided it would be good for her to know how to use a sword, in case she ever needed to defend herself. Soon he had begun teaching her not only to fight, but how to shoot. He made a small bow for her, which delighted her.

Eventually, her oldest brother left home with their father. This left Gwilithiel and Gwestion with only each other for company, aside from their mother, for a time. The two became closer than before, and Gwestion began to teach his sister more advanced things than their father had done, as he felt she seemed ready to learn them. The siblings were inseparable for the next couple of years, even after Gladhron rejoined them. He had gotten 'too old' for their 'childish games'.

Then Gwestion left on a mission too, and Gwilithiel was quite lonely without him. She worried for him, and wished for him to return swiftly, then she began to wish for the day when she would be able to join her brothers in missions. To her surprise, it wasn't long after that her father returned home, injured, and could no longer go on missions. After that, the boys ventured off on a regular basis, under the guise of 'hunting'. Now 14, Gwilithiel kept asking if she might join them soon, but only received evasive answers.

Finally she asked Gwestion outright if she could come along on their next journey, thinking him the best one to ask. She had always loved that Gwestion did not seem to feel as Gladhron did; that some things were for women to do and other things for men only. Therefore, she was very surprised and angered when they got into an argument over this very thing. She was shocked that Gwestion would say that she could not become a ranger because of the mere fact she was female!

The two siblings had never quarreled much over anything, but this launched them into a heated argument which ended in them both saying things they did not mean, and then Gwilithiel, hurt and angry, refused to come and see him off before he left. She sulked after he was gone, for a few days. Then, her life changed forever.

While going about her daily chores one day, the family was unexpectedly attacked by a rogue group of men. Though Gwilithiel, her mother, and father all fought the attackers, her father was killed and the women were taken captive.

The ordeal was horrifying but Gwilithiel was determined to be brave, and defy her captors in whatever way she could. One night, as they camped while on the way to their destination, she woke to sounds of fighting. She didn't know what was going on, but when she looked around, she found that one of the men was dragging her mother away. Though her hands were tied, she ran after them and tried to rescue her mother, but things did not go as planned. As she rammed into the man to try and stop him, other men rose up out of the darkness, and there was a fight. Gwilithiel and her mother tried to flee while their captors were occupied, but to her horror, they found their path blocked by the new enemies. Her mother fell from a single stroke, her head rolling away.

As Gwilithiel screamed, the man turned to slay her next. In her haste to flee, she stumbled over the body of the man who had taken her mother out this way. He had been killed by then. Finding his sword, she raised it up with her tied hands and managed to block a swing from the man before her. Though she kept his attack from killing her, she was unable to keep from being harmed completely. She was knocked to the ground, bleeding from a wound on her head. Watching through a haze, Gwilithiel saw the man grin and raise his sword to kill her...

Though her brothers found the body of their mother, Gwilithiel was never found, and the trail went cold after a time. No one knows whatever happened to her.
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Tirindo Aiwenarion





Name(s) : Tirindo (Watchful one) Aiwenarion (Son of the fire bird)

Race : Noldo (Calaquendi)

Born : Years of Trees

Birthplace : Tirion-upon-Tuna, Aman


Heritage : Only son/eldest child of Aiwenare ('Firebird') and Lanyaure
Elder brother of Morivanyis, Athayie, and Feapoldie
Husband of Halyanis and Father of Culasso.
Brother-in-law to Laegon and Uncle to Isildie Nariel.



Appearance :

Tall and dramatic in his presentation, Tirindo is a strong sentinel of an Elf. Impressive in all that he is of the Blessed Realm, his long dark hair can tear behind him like a storm cloud, when in temper. His eyes are a grey-blue which alter seemingly with his mood. He is powerfully built with a tendency however to seem always uncomfortable. One of his legs was badly burnt in the First Age during an argument, and he further aggravated the limb by breaking most of his bones during the third age, when he was spat out of the mouth of a troll. For this reason he can tend to walk a little as though he is limping. Elves heal but their bodies remember all the damage done, especially those damages which dented his pride, as both of these did.


Personality :

Tirindo is stubborn and straight-thinking. He is nigh incapable of compromise and will rarely deign to even consider that he might ever be wrong. He does not believe in trust or faith, but in obligation and duty. His devotion to his family is without doubt, but for all that he has never been 'close' or affectionate toward any of them. That is, as he would say, 'beside the point'. He does not express himself particularly well, but tends more toward demonstrations of violence to depict his frustration. He is very demanding, of others, and of himself, and is thus frequently disappointed. Despite his fierce temper and unwavering morals, he is not like to quit, even where it might well be more beneficial if he did. He has not had much to do with Mortals and his common speech is less than fluent. For this reason he can act all the more aloof when in Mortal company, not because he does not wish to converse with them, but that it is much more difficult for him to do so.



Experience :

Tirindo is the only son, and eldest child of a pair of Tatyar Elves. He was, of all his clan, closest to his sister Morivanyis. If for no other reason than she was calm and confident and capable. He admired her ability to hold her temper, while he was personally ready to throw furniture. Despairing of his father's dreams and his mother's schemes, Tirindo felt often out of place amidst those who had conjured him to being. With Morivanyis then occupied by her new husband, and her parents in their ambition to be ever more amongst the social throng of court, it fell to Tirindo to watch out for his flamboyant little sisters. And so came his epesse to be Tirindo; the one who watches. He was their guard, their nursemaid, their governess but it was not long at all before he was forced to admit that he was very much outnumbered.


For the longest time Tirindo (known in infancy as Aiwenarion) had evaded the anarchy of love for his own sake. He had very officially followed his father into service of the Royal Guard, and specifically that assigned to Fingolfin, the High King's second son. His duties entailed largely parades, hunts and drilling, for their world was peaceful and content. At least for a time. It was about the age when his sisters starting seeking out now husbands for themselves, that the shadow of Morgoth's treachery came to light. The Crown Prince and his half siblings fell to strife, the kingdom soon after then to darkness. And shortly before Tirindo's youngest little sister was to follow suit of her siblings, into a well-matched marriage, war broke out in Aman, and the Noldor Host set out to be avenged on Morgoth, for crimes of theft and murder.



Tirindo himself was set against the motion in its earliest conception; utterly intending to stay in Aman, and tend the damage done. But for the youngest of all their members; Feapoldie had set her heart upon a soldier of Feanorien persuasion. Together the whole family went in her wake, meaning to return her to some safety far from war. They retrieved her from her lover on the eve of the horrific kinslaying at Alqualonde, but the scene that soon erupted was not one they could walk away from. And when Fea's love took sail with the Feanoriens, the young girl determined to go after him. Her reluctant family had little choice but to give in, for they could not possibly allow her to face the forbidding Helcaraxe alone.


They might have been better to do so, for both Aiwenare and Lanyaure perished in the freezing climes. Their three eldest daughters, and those respective spouses, even the young children also. Nigh the entire clan were wiped out during one blizzard, which only Feapoldie and Tirindo survived, and them only through the help of family friends. Frostbite nonetheless threatened both of the surviving siblings who suffered severely. Tirindo gave away all of the now unneeded belongings, which had failed to save his kin, that they might save others instead. One to whom he offered extra clothes and thus warmth, was Halyanis Lomerielle. Feapoldie was incensed at the loss of her father’s diary, now only good for burning, and for the loss of her mother’s clothes, which she scowled to see the likes of Haly wearing, in her mother’s stead. She scowled all the more to see the kindness which her brother offered to Haly, whom he welcomed into their company, for she had been travelling alone. Her brothers had taken the ships, and she was belated in being the voice of reason that ought to have took them home. She and Tirindo had much to speak to one another, the more so that his sister decided to withhold any acknowledgement of his existence.


On arrival in Hithlum, the siblings were each treated for frostbite and grief, by local friendly Sindar, but when Fingolfin made to settle thereabouts, Fea had a reunion with her erstwhile fiance and cursed him to forever regret leaving her behind. Furious that they had lost everything for the sake of this 'romance' which his sister now forsook, Tirindo argued with her often. She in turn expressed distaste that Tirindo had with some hardship prised the longbow heirloom from their frozen father's lifeless fingers. Inspired by Halyanis who joined the House of Harp, the young archer enlisted for his own sake, with Lord Duilin and the House of Swallow; and in doing so moved southward in the train of King Turgon, the younger son of the Great Fingolfin. It was not just a coincidence that Haly had decided to settle there, but also Tiri hoped that he might there help his emotional young sibling to commence a new chapter of being, far from any reminders of their tumultuous past. This goal was not easily accomplished however, for Fea was deeply affected by her loss and although the physical hurts of their trials were in time well healed, the young She-elf became ever more demanding and melodramatic.
Stricken by the loss of all those she had loved, to war and ruin, Fea clung to Tirindo as surely in those early days as she claimed to despise him. She grew especially jealous of Halyanis, to the point of refusing to break words with her. Meanwhile Tiri could not manage his duty to their king, and support them, without leaving Fea to her own devices. She made certain to see him sorry for this 'cruelty' until he supposed that she despised him, when nothing was further from the truth. Still there was naught he could do to ease her suffering, or his. And those were dark times for even those of the Aiwenare line who still lived.


Heralded by the native Sindar of Nevrast, as almighty heroes come to bring the end of Melkor, Tirindo and Feapoldie were welcomed, despite their wild behaviour and most raucous arguments, into a quickly close knit community. It has since been reported that nowhere in all of Beleriand were the Sindar and the Noldor come to such a welcome union, as under the majesty of Turgon. Many were the instances of mingling and marriage among the two kindreds and so it was too, for Fea. She fell for a kindly Sinda who was their neighbour and friend. Often did his soft word and calm patience have impact on Fea when Tirindo's temper flared. His sister had a temper of equal fury though, an Aiwenare trait. And during one particularly aggressive argument, Feapoldie threw her brother's longbow into the fire. In his efforts to retrieve and salvage it, Tirindo's trousers caught alight and his leg was badly burned. Fea remained unrepentant ever after, even in the face of this horrifying outcome, for when Tirindo was injured, it was Halyanis who tended him day and night. Until they too had nurtured a union which bloomed into marriage..

Sadly came in time the news of exactly what had happened in Alqualonde, and many of the Sindar took unkindly to the murder of their Teleri kin. Laegon's mother and sister were among the number that migrated to King Thingol's great realm in Doriath. But Fea and her Laegon went to Gondolin, delivering their only daughter to the world along the path of that clandestine journey. Tirindo went also into Gondolin, following Lord Duilin and his friend Aranadhel. With him he took his now wife, Halyanis, and their young son Culasso.

In Gondolin, Tirindo used the worth of his family's good name to establish a lodging house for those who had no family but had no wish to take up a whole house alone. A motley of widows, batchelors and old maids housed with him and succeeded the project, with Lord Duilin had financed, for his loyal soldier and the benefit of the community. Fea lived with her husband, who also was of the Swallow contingent. Aranadhel and Tirindo had in fact taught Laegon how to shoot. For that Fea never completely forgave either one of them. But she was distracted by the raising of her daughter Isildie. Culasso and Isildie were as close as cousins though Fea and Tirindo were barely upon speaking terms.

Gondolin went once only to war during it's secret existence, and upon that occasion went Tirindo and Halyanis and Culasso as well. The latter not yet having passed in competency for his craft, still the youth delivered messages and quivers stocked to the archers of the House of Swallow, as needed. During the battle, Tirindo was engaged in his work and scarcely saw his son. He found out too late that the youth had suffered a spiked mace to one cheek, shattering his bone and further injury that obstructed his breathing. Culasso lasted only long enough to return to Gondolin, in his devastated father's arms. He was tended by his uncle Laegon and his cousin Isildie, but succombed to his wounds.

Tirindo did not take time to grieve. Upon receiving a message that Culasso was improved and ready to come home, the distraught father found that this news was a mix up with another young soldier who had survived. At a loss and not sure what to do, he came by chance upon the same Feanorien who Fea had followed into ruin since Aman. Since having forsworn to Fingon, in efforts to make amends, Erfaron was come unto Gondolin with the other survivors of Hithlum. Tirindo made it his concern then to keep the well known stranger apart from Fea and her new family. He took Erfaron home to lodge with him, and set himself busy about this ambitious goal.

Efforts to help Erfaron settle in Gondolin did not go well. Following attempts to leave the city and also to meet with Feapoldie in secret, he most displeased Tirindo by refusing to do chores in the shared household. Just when tensions between the two had come to a head, Erfaron met Prince Maeglin and enlisted with the House of Mole. Though Tirindo distrusted the likes of Hatholdir, he was glad that Erfaron seemed to be distracted from Fea. Finally. And so he was left at last with a vacuum in his life to distract him until Earculinta bore a daughter to an elf he had married not. Tirindo and Feapoldie resumed their arguing as they each took a side for and against this rare incident. The sister insisting to aide Linta in his efforts to raise up a daughter, and the brother lecturing his fellow Swallow that it ought never to have occurred. Relations were rife within the family and also at work, but all assumed it as Tirindo's inability to mourn properly for his son. And so they could not hate him, though they tended to avoid him. His wife was equally caught up in her own labours, overcompensating for the helplessness in watching her son die, by pressing beyond all need to work herself. And for a long time the couple went about their lives apart, for all that they still lived and slept aside each other. Neither one finding the words that might bring them back together, they each suffered in a lonely place behind high walls they had built up each.


During the Fall of Gondolin, Tirindo fought alongside the House of Swallow and was close enough at hand to see his Lord Duilin and also his brother in law, Laegon, fall from the great wall that collapsed under the wrath of their foe. There was nothing that the archer could do but watch his friends crushed underfoot by a swarm of advancing orcs before he was forced away with the remnant of his division to regroup. During the flight he fretted about how he would tell his sister what had come of her beloved husband, but was spared the trouble. Erfaron arrived with Isildie, whom he had rescued from her burning home. Feapoldie had perished in the blaze. Halyanis had been gravely injured during the skirmish of the House of Harp, by no less than a dragon, so that she was unable to offer any consolation to her husband, but prove yet another blow against his heart. Between the betrayal of the House of Mole, the fragility of his wife, and the news of his sister's demise, Tirindo dealt blows upon Erfaron as convenient scapegoat until Isildie threw herself between them, and begged that they force her to witness no more unnecessary death. Driven to the reason of their needing every warrior to make it from the city alive, Tirindo ceased his assault. Though he later claimed that he meant to make Erfaron confess what Moles might know of just how far Maeglin's treachery went ...

This does not explain why he allowed the Mole to dwell in the basement of their tiny home in the refuge of Sirion. It likely had more to do with the pleas of his niece, whom feared to be left home alone while Tirindo took his turn guarding their new makeshift home. Haly was in a state of despair for many years after the downfall of the city, having left her son’s remains back now in the cemetery of a city. Tirindo, on type, turned his distraction unto quite how obsessed Erfaron had become with Fea's daughter. He could not share his concerns however, without admitting that he had let a Mole live (for years now) under his roof ... And so he troubled over the bond of the two housemates in private and a great many sleepless nights.

It was not long after then that the few remaining Feanoriens attacked Sirion, meaning now to rob Queen Elwing of her Silmaril. During the confusion, while Halyanis faced her brothers for the first time since they had parted in Aman, Erfaron led Tirindo and Isildie to secret tunnels he had crafted with other Mole survivors, with a thought to keep up their community without fear of reprisals. Tirindo accused the Moles of digging out and inviting the Feanoriens to Sirion, for vengeance at the murder of Maeglin. Erfaron responded by leaving Sirion, wounded as he was after Tirindo had shot him in temper. The worse injury though came from Isildie leaving with the Mole, as she claimed that Erfaron was hurt and she had been taught by her father how to tend him.


Ages then Tirindo dragged his despairing wife with him in searching the world for his estranged niece. For a time he walked amidst the travelling company of Estelion; who named themselves the Barcainen. And had it not been for the finding of young Nyarane, a ward of Aranadhel, the obstinate Noldo too might have despaired. But he took the young warrior maid under his wing, in return for her mentor, who had saved Tirindo's life long ago, back at the Helcaraxe. The company disbanded when Estelion made to rescue his wife from trolls. Tirindo was seized by a troll during the attack, and almost swallowed, if not for Nyarane coming to his aid. Spat out, clear across the cave, Tirindo hit a wall and then the ground, but was not killed. His broken body was taken back to Lindon, where he woke to find he was more lucky than he knew. Halyanis, faced with losing the husband she had not dared to love since the loss of their son, now returned him to his senses and his side, begging him to return to her from his precarious condition. Fate was on their side, and owed them happiness at last. So husband and wife were properly reunited and more so, learned that Isildie and Erfaron were residing in Ost-in-Edhil, Eregion. As soon as he were able and with a renewed sense of vigour, the couple set out to bring their family back together again. But by the time they arrived, so had Sauron revealed his true nature, and the legendary settlement was in disarray.
Tirindo and Halyanis found at last Nariel, in the refuge of Imladris, but they could not leave for that valley was under siege. In the time that the uncle rebuilt bridges with his niece, Halyanis found her own outlet of affection. A small boy whose mother was on the brink of grief and woe, after the disappearance of the child’s father. Still perhaps to keep from properly accepting the loss of her son, Culasso, Halyanis embroiled herself in keeping watch over the young impetuous elf, named Celedir. Tirindo was rather less keen to open his heart to another child, least of all one which he felt a fraud in playing father to. But finally the siege ceased, and Erfaron found them, only to disembark once more with Nariel; leaving Tirindo to enjoy ever after a rather strained relationship with them both.

The stubborn Noldo now is often of a mind to return to and retire to Aman, but Halyanis is reluctant to leave Celedir behind. Seems there is always some reason to delay their journey; usually one or some other of the folk that Tirindo feels he ought to lecture, getting up to something which inspires his required disapproval. And so they loiter still.
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Halyanis Lomerielle



Name (s) : Her names are Halyanis, from the quenyan ‘woman who helps to lift/rise up’
And Lomerielle, meaning crowned in gloom. Q.

Heritage : Calaquendi Noldo.
Younger sister of Herumacil, elder sister of Dalvar.
Wife of Tirindo, mother of Culasso

Year and Place of Birth : Tirion-Upon-Tuna, YT


Physical Appearance : Tall and slender, like an spear, her heavy curtain of dark hair is long and falls in a silken train that sways as a scythe at the low of her back. Her eyes are grey and thoughtful, she is oft dressed in deeper, darker hues, of black, sometimes with shades of purple or blue. Denoting her allegiance to her own lost House of the Harp, and her husbands/her son’s as well, House of the Swallow.


Personality : Haly is cool of temper to meet her husband’’s hot wrath. She puts much store in family and has a very maternal air, embracing all and any needful thing which comes across her path. She likes to ride and run, and becomes easily restless. As many Noldor she has a penchant for standing by her word or oath, but she has long found a great peace in music and song, having learnt much from the Sindar of Nevrast until she had honed her own creative voice.


Family/Friends/Foes :

Born the daughter to a potter in Tirion-Upon-Tuna, she was the middle child and the only girl. As such she despaired and nagged her elder brother not to thrust his neck out into arrogance, even as she coddled and babied her younger brother to grow in confidence.

When the Noldor rose up at the charismatic ride of Feanor, Herumacil was one of the first in line to prove himself. Following a recent and (in hindsight, poorly timed) encouragement from Haly to be more bold, their younger brother Dalvar too set forth. In the face of her parents’ despair, and feeling somewhat responsible (at least for Dalvar’s actions), Haly set out after her brothers with thought to drag them both back home. Both though took the ships with the Feanorien party, following the kinslaying at Alqualonde, which had stalled her efforts to retrieve them. Unwilling to afterwards return home and blame herself for the rest of her days, their resolute sister joined Fingolfin’s company to travel the Helcaraxe and find them in the far world.

The crossing was far worse than she had anticipated, and being alone, she struggled to keep faith and optimism. If there had been an option of turning back, at this point she surely considered it. But alone she doubted her chances and did not test them. Providence was her reward though at the cost of others lives. For an entire noble family forsook their shelter during a blizzard, to seek out an errant member of their party. Of the twelve that set out thus, only two returned, and the elder of these was Tirindo. The generosity that he showed in handing out the comforts and clothes of his lost kin .. saved Haly’s life. And she resolved to return the favour, trailing after him, always in the corner of the tall archer’s eye. As his frostbitten fingers were slowly attended to, she volunteered to help him feed and manage his needs. Eager to be of use, she begged to assist, in any way she could. For it gave her something to do and something to be a part of. Unfortunately, Tirindo was proud and ungracious for this assistance and took it most often as an insult to his own capabilities.

In Endor, Haly found her brothers, neither of whom was glad to see that she’d followed them and berated her for having almost died to do so. They withdrew to the Gap in service of Maglor, and Haly stayed with the few friends she had made throughout the journey, travelling to Nevrast, to Vinyamar. She would not leave Tirindo alone until she could say she had saved his life, as he had hers.

In time, he grew more and more accustomed to her presence and as he recovered his strength, she no longer had the need to try to help him. He found her thus less and less offensive, and even welcomed her to join him on cold nights of sentry duty. Tirindo had difficulties adjusting with his traumatised sister. Haly sympathised, sharing her experiences with her trying brothers. The decision to marry grew rather naturally out of convenience for both wanted a family and struggled to share their secrets with others as easily as they came to together. Neither one could say when they had become a them. But it seemed that where one was, so too was the other. And before they had set out with all that folk to settle in Gondolin, the couple became three. Their son they named Culasso.

Together they gained permission of King Turgon in Gondolin to build there a lodge house for single folks to abide; that none should dwell alone, but altogether. In a city where the population never migrated and only ever grew, this project turned into a most worthwhile endeavour. The running of this establishment and the raising of their child though meant that they spent each waking hour together and so they elected to serve in separate Houses of the city. Tirindo enlisted in the House of Swallow, and so in turn did Culasso. But Halyanis elected to join the House of Harp.


More to come - see Tirindo's biography in the meantime, for details of their later years
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- Faervelien Meadows -

Race: Dunedain

Age: 158

Occupation: Beekeeper
She keeps and tends to several hives of honeybees, which provide them with a great quantity of honey, beeswax, and pollen. In addition to this, she also taps maple trees for their sap, which she then cooks and makes into maple syrup. All of these are then sold to the local shops, inns, and etc so that the local people can buy these products at their leisure. If the stores are for some reason out of stock, and someone would like to buy honey or other things, they are also welcome to come visit and buy straight from the source, though this would be an unlikely event, as her granddaughter makes regular trips into town to sell their wares.

Current residence: Outskirts of Combe, near Chetwood forest
She settled into the Bree area many years ago, and married and raised a family, of which she has survived all except her granddaughter, Elirien. Her husband, son, and daughter-in-law are buried in private plots out in the woods near her cabin.


- History -



Faervelien was born and raised in a small Dunedain village, somewhere northeast of the Bree area(this may change as I gather more info) with her parents and her older brother. She was quite a pretty young woman in her youth, though she turned down many suitors who came calling, partly out of disinterest and partly because she felt an obligation to care for her father. Her father, Gwastor, had sustained an injury that ruined his right knee, forcing him to retire from the life of a ranger and stay home, which rendered him unable to walk without a cane. In order to keep his family fed, he took up an occupation; beekeeping and candlemaker. Gwastor became rather good at his chosen trade, and not only sold the honey he gathered from his bees, but he used the wax to make candles, which he also sold. In addition to this, when he was not tending to his bees, he got into the habit of whittling, and began to make little odds and ends that he would also sell in his shop. Soon, the family was doing quite well, and her brother, Gwathron, had left home to follow in his father's footsteps as a ranger. She missed him, but knew that it was almost inevitable, as her family had been rangers for many generations.

Faervelien was quite pleased to have her father home so much, as she used to always worry about him, though she felt awful for him, for the reason why. Though he insisted he did not need her help, she insisted on doing all she could to help him. Perhaps out of guilt, for having wished for many years that he would stay home more, where she needn't worry about him being slain as so many others were. Years passed, and her mother died. The family mourned her and life carried on. Her brother got married, and his wife moved in with the family, which thrilled Faervelien. She and her sister-in-law got along quite well, and she was very pleased to have a sister at last, and a woman around her own age for company. More time passed, and then her father hurt his other leg, which left him unable to walk at all. Faervelien was then forced to take on much more responsibility. Any thought of suitors was no long-forgotten, as she tended to her father, as well as tending to the hives. Faervelien began doing the legwork of it all, collecting the honey and cleaning the wax, and everything which her father could no longer do.



Her sister-in-law, Taethadis, did what she could, despite now raising a young son, Gwedhion. In fact, she implemented more things, having been knowledgeable in healing herbs, and suggested that they might use the beeswax in making salves and things, and so they added that into the things they sold. Soon the family had come to know a new normal, as daily life began to settle down and everyone got accustomed to Gwastor now being completely unable to walk. He would do all that he could from a chair, which included much verbal direction, while Faervelien and Taethadis did whatever they were able to do to help. As Gwedhion got older, he began to help as well, and when Gwathron was home, he did his part. As life went on, the family eventually prepared to welcome a new arrival, but sadly, Taethadis lost the baby. And the next... after a few more miscarriages, it began to look like there would be no more children besides Gwedhion. Then, the family received tragic news; Gwathron had died. Only a few days before, Taethadis had tentatively confided to Faervelien that she suspected she was pregnant again. It was a very trying few months after that, dealing with the grief of losing her brother, while also fearing to even hope that her sister-in-law might manage to bring this new baby into the world. And then she did, but the poor woman was so worried that she might lose her new baby, that she seemed a nervous wreck on the first.

Faervelien did all she could to help, though she felt at times like she were worn thin, caring for her father, caring for her sister-in-law, keeping her now-teenaged nephew from upsetting anyone, while also tending to the hives! How she survived all of that, she could never say, but time wore on and her older nephew left home, just as her brother once did, to pursue the life of a ranger. Life became more interesting as the younger nephew began to grow up and be more fun to play with. Faervelien enjoyed having a young boy around again, though it was a little trying at times, with his mother being so protective of him. Faervelien must have been the 'cool aunt', who let him get by with things when his mother wasn't around, and kept secrets for him, and other such things.

Many years passed, and her nephew was now a young man, and had begun to pursue the same life as his brother. Faervelien missed him, but it wasn't as if she hadn't expected it. Though daily life was much quieter now, she and Taethadis found solace in each other's company, and often spent their evenings together, quietly enjoying the calm after a busy day, or working together at some chore. Often times, Faervelien hardly even remembered that this was not her actual sister, and considered Taethadis her best friend. Thus, it was a great blow to her when, one day, Taethadis had gone out with some others, and was slain by bandits. This news was devastating to Faervelien, and she felt as if she ought to have been there, though she knew that she would have likely been slain as well, or taken captive, as were many other women who had been present. While her nephews searched in vain for the culprits, Faervelien mourned her dearest friend and sister, and feared for her nephew's safety.

As far as she knew, they never did find those bandits, but from that point on, many of the villagers began to feel a bit uneasy, as the bandit problem seemed to be growing worse every year. Several left, and Faervelien began to wonder what might become of the village if very many others left. Eventually, her father told her that he would like for her to leave, and go someplace where it would be safer, as he, too, felt that it was no longer safe here. Faervelien refused to leave while her father still lived, and so they remained. Though, when her nephews returned the next time, she confided in them her father's wishes, and informed them that, once he was gone, she would obey his wishes and leave for a safer home. Gwedhion promised that they would stay closer to home, and check in more frequently, until their grandfather had gone, and further promised that they would escort her to wherever she wanted to go.

When the time came, at last, the family was very sorrowful to see Gwastor go. He was buried beside his wife, Fuirhel, their son Gwathron, and his wife, Taethadis. After that, Faervelien said goodbye to the only home she had ever known, and traveled to Bree, with her nephews escorting her in case of bandits or other trouble along the way. Faervelien wasn't sure she would be able to enjoy life here, at first, but eventually, she adapted to the new environment, and then, to her surprise, fell in love for the first time. She and her husband, Arnold Meadows, made their home in a lovely little cottage out by the woods, and enjoyed a very happy life for many years, during which time Faervelien used her previous experience with beekeeping to start raising a new bee colony. Together, she and Arnie built up their business of selling honey and used his experience with making maple syrup, and became fairly profitable. She also makes salves, just like she and Taethadis used to do.


They eventually welcomed a son into their family, which brought them much joy and made their lives much more interesting. But, all good things come to an end, as the saying goes... Faervelien again knew sorrow when her husband passed away. It was a strange experience for her, being so long-lived naturally, while her husband had almost half her life expectancy. She had known it when she married him, yet had hoped in her heart that it might not be so. She was very grieved, and glad that her son, Alphon, was there with her to help her through this time of sadness. The woman carried on, just as she had for so long, and began to heal from her sorrows. Joy returned, this time as she welcomed a new daughter-in-law into the family, and was thrilled to see how happy her boy was now. Remembering how well she had gotten along with her sister-in-law, Faervelien hoped to have a mother-daughter relationship with Eleanor.

A few years passed, and they now welcomed a new bundle of joy, a granddaughter for Faervelien, which made her happier than anything, though she wished her husband could have lived long enough to meet her. Unfortunately, only a few years passed before Faervelien lost both her son and daughter-in-law in one blow. From that time, she has taken care of her granddaughter by herself, the only thing that has kept her going through her grief, though she has healed from her sorrow now, after about ten years. She and her granddaughter, Ellie, live alone in the cottage Faervelien has lived in since she and her husband married. Faervelien keeps a lovely garden in the backyard, which provides most of the nectar the bees collect for their honeymaking. Faervelien and Ellie have a cat and a dog which live with them, and enjoy a fairly peaceful life for the most part, though Faervelien is quite mindful of how she's getting on in the years. She worries often about what Ellie will do when she's gone, for the girl is still a child and will need someone to care for her if Faervelien passes soon. Still, she tries to remain active and keeps herself as healthy as she can, and hopes to stick around for several more years at least.



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