Antenaur
TITLE:
Arphedor Nos Ruiganno (Herald to House Ruiganno); Gobennasdir Pethron a Seinthaer (Historian, Story Teller and Apprentice Vintner) -- Walrus Noctis. Frankie Mouse.
DESCRIPTION:
Short and thin are the adjectives that jump out at a first glance. He is short for an elf, though could look most Men in the eye, and thinner than most other elves as well. The ellon has his light brown hair cut chin-length and tucked behind his ears. Green eyes watch things questioningly and speak of age, though his face is smooth with youth, as is the case with all Quendi. His hands are lithe with long, thin fingers, adorned by a band of gold on the right.
Pants the color of storm clouds cover him from black woven belt to calf-high, black leg wrappings, billowing slightly before being tucked into the black cloth. On his feet are a pair of wooden sandals from which his calf-wrappings come. Tucked into his pants is a shirt of sky blue tunic, plain and unadorned with a simple v-neck and lacings untied. Under his tunic he wears a white shirt with slightly billowy sleeves, the better for gesturing dramatically. Over all, he wears a dark grey cloak of a shade with his pants, the hood thrown back. On the left breast is a green shield, silver-rimmed and containing a silver harp: the sigil of Nos Ruiganno. Holding the cloak closed is a simple clasp of polished steel with an orange-brown semiprecious stone inset.
PERSONA:
Antenaur of Lindon was among those Quendi who put stones together in the building of the buildings in The Valley, though he doesn't do much masonry any more. His chief pursuit is history and languages, primarily the tongue of Men. He is certainly nice enough, though many have learned the hard way to stay away from certain topics around him, lest he decide on a lecture that dominates the conversation and that was, in truth, not really wished for. He stays indoors mostly, though it is said in his youth he loved the outdoors more. When he is outside he is often found in the vineyard as he has recently taken up vintage and is apprenticed to Eryndae. He believes in learning for the sake of knowledge and some time ago decided that it would no longer do merely to learn for himself, but that teaching others and helping them learn thus widening the scope of more lives than his own is a nobler calling. Thus he can be easily convinced to hold forth on almost any topic, though he will acknowledge when he has reached the sum of his knowledge on a topic, for to him, the facade of knowing is an insult to everyone involved and it is much better to admit you do not know because then you might learn something.
HISTORY:
In the Second Age, in Lindon, the kingdom of Gil-galad, there was an ellon named Manadhendil, Friend of Fate. How he came there and why is of peripheral importance to this tale. Let it suffice to say that he was there. He was a Silvan whose line could be traced to the Nandorin Elves' joining of Thingol's kingdom under the lead of Denethor early in the First Age. Manadhendil was a poet, chiefly -- only occasionally dabbling in song writing -- and an Arphadon to Nos Ruiganno. It came to pass that he met an elleth of exceptional beauty to his eye and took it into his heart to woo her. She was called Laerlin, Summer Song, and she, too, could trace her family back to those of the Teleri who followed Lenwe.
Manadhendil put forth his greatest effort and wrote a poem to her. He called it "Meleth Cuil Nin" or "Love of my Life" in the tongue of Men, and recited it to her at a festival, publicly declaring his love for her. He won her heart there, though before they had yet been friends. Some time thence they were married, and lived happily for many years. Manadhendil grew in skill with his writings and Laerlin, whose culinary skill had been above average before if not astounding, became a renowned cook, often being asked to prepare dishes for festivals.
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Antenaur (#21207), Arphedor Nos Ruiganno (Herald to House Ruiganno); Gobennasdir Pethron a Seinthaer (Historian, Story Teller and ...
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CULTURE: Silvan Imladhrim FLAGS: -C-G--/DHPF/OOC
SPECIES: Quendi FIRST-ON: Dec 03 1999
SEX: Male TOP: 0s
LOCATION: Offline EMAIL: Day at texastrombones.net
POSITION: Culture Greeter REAL NAME: Ben
LAST CONNECT: Fri Jan 12 19:55:54, was connected til Fri Jan 12 21:30:20.
OOCDESC: meh.
PERSONAL: Excuse me, but you're much too sexy for your shirt. I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate that. Yes, thanks.
PLAN: Get her, Ray? That's your plan? Get her?
PROJECT: To have fun here and help improve the MUSH and Imladris in a general manner.
NOTE: About my +imdoing: It's usually accurate. If it doesn't make sense either I forgot to change it or I'm not doing much.
You know you're a MUSH addict when:
-You accidentally use ansi formatting in an email.
-You start getting bitchy at work when you don't connect for a few days.
-You find yourself wanting to speak in pose form.
-You consider each character a seperate entity... from yourself.
-You wish you had a dedicated line or cable modem so you wouldn't have to disco.
-You have a dedicated line or cable modem so you don't have to disco.
-You know what I mean when I say disco.
-You wonder if real life has an OOC mode.
-You find yourself wanting to get a at tel to work when you miss your ride.
-You make lists of MUSH addiction symptoms at work. ;)
-You use %R instead of enter in emails or
in html. (submitted by V)
THE STORY: In the Days of Yore(tm) when Ting played Feandril, I believe, SG was playing Dinaloss the time before this most recent bout and was +Ruling, I was an ALA and RPC of the Foresters playing Daedin. In those Days Lore distributed nicknames that stuck. That summer I was working in an ice cream shop and I most often worked the closing shift, getting home at midnight or later at which point I would connect here. One night we, the night owl Imlads and assorted early bird Euros were joking around on ImCom as was our wont. Thus it was that someone, in jest, attacked Lore. I, being the chivilrous bafoon that I am, leapt to her "defense." Being that I was now her "knight in shining armor" she dubbed me Knight. However, as with many many people, we are a lazy folk and so she decided that Night would do as it was also when I was always on. Then, in a bout of irony she decided Day would serve even better, for not only was it ironic in regards to my connection times, but also it punned nicely with Daedin. It is interesting to point out, I think, and something that the Prof himself might have enjoyed: Day came from night and punned with Dae which is from Daegwe, Sindarin for shadow. I cannot think of a bigger shadow than Night. ;) Also of note is that Daegwe comes from the root DAY- according to the Etymologies.
QUOTE:
"Eneth nin Ossimandias, Aran Erain:
Tiro am taiss nin, le Veleg, a awartho estel!"
ELSEWHERE: Harrison (Day) at Star Trek: Legacy
WWW: http://www.texastrombones.net
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