Next riddle is:
Grace and beauty I define,
as I descend with royal line
from a brilliant, mighty star,
hither I come, I traveled far.
Unique in youth, so long ago,
yet hidden away, due to my foe.
A lesser sibling, more often seen,
did on my reputation lean.
Neither is Elrond the subject, @Ta'leus Shieldsong.
As another hint: The "lesser sibling" has the same name as the original.
A second hint: Don't think of strictly people.
Ok, here is my first riddle written in 10+ years...
Cloaked in green,
I travel light.
I may be small,
but full of might.
What am I? (ME-related)
It is not jewellery.
On my endless quest to write a riddle that isn't guessed immediately, I present this:
Yet dry as bone,
From stolen light
To taken throne.
A thousand lives are hid in me
Yet faces you will never see.
Not seeing all the connections, but one or two ring enough of a bell for me to take a swing.
For this riddle, I think there are at least two answers that could be equally suitable.
I want the brave, I need the bold,
For I hide not within my hold.
But issue forth, to stem the tide,
Protecting lands both far and wide,
From foes who gathers in their lair.
Of their movements, we are ware.
Greater once, reduced for now,
We are bent, we will not bow.
More there are, with my same name,
Of equal honor, though lesser fame.
I'm not quite sure, but is it the Dúnedain?
The northern rangers were what I was going for with the "Lesser fame" comment.
Remnants of a larger area
Are where we used to thrive.
Green can be the sky at night,
And white the ground around.
Warnings to a king we gave,
Yet these he did not heed.
Years later we sold back
An item to his descendants.
You are up!
My name is unknown, my birth is in stone
My light runs down courses now much overgrown
Into my arms the Young man drove
the horrible horde and won him a home.
At the cost of a loyalty to kings unknown.
Given freely with good thought
To a friend til they were not.
Many times I shifted hands
But spent most time in southern lands.
Sorry on the delay for the next riddle, here it is, hopefully it gives a bit of a pickle to you all!
While others wander on the lawn,
to be a maker, I was drawn.
Upon me one more was thrust,
somewhat alike, but only just.
Soon jealousy consumed my days,
and so I strayed from proper ways.