Curanolas
TITLE:
Linnor (Singer), Glirieth Nos Narthanaer (Poet Laureate of Narthanaer) - The Nancin' Queen - Interior Design Consultant o Imladris.
DESCRIPTION:
Gwilwileth is a fair young elfmaid. Her hair is long and dark as a raven's wing with hints of blue and silver if the light is shining just right. Her eyes are bright and grey. She is tall and limber. She is wearing a long black tunic and brown leggings.
PERSONA:
A quietish elleth, Curanolas enjoys reading, writing, and listening to poetry and song. She loves the opportunity to talk with friends, otherwise she can be found wandering outside enjoying Arda's beauty. She is always singing to herself, but enjoys others' songs and singing for others. Her poetry always reflects the beauty and glory of Arda. She is friendly and has a ready smile for anyone who crosses paths with her.
HISTORY:
Naurocaran (Red Fire), a wanderer by nature, is one of the only red-headed elves known to Middle-Earth. He wed the lovely Celebgil (Silver Star) a Lothlorien elf. Together, during the late first age and early second age, they explored Arda's territories and forests, seeking the perfect spot in which to settle. In SA 1575, Naurocaran and Celebgil bore a daughter, Curanolas (Leaf of the Crescent Moon). Naurocaran taught his daughter everything he knew about weaponry and fighting, for he is a proud archer and swordsman. After the founding of Imladris in SA 1697, Naurocaran and his small family settled in Imladris. They eventually joined house Nos Narthanaer. They bore another daughter, Cuirinn. He and Celebgil left Imladris when Curanolas was 900 to go to Lothlorien to see Celebgil's family (braving the turmoil in Arda), where they stayed. Curanolas spent most of her years in Imladris. After the defeat of Sauron by the Last Aliance, she came to not care overmuch for weaponry due to the pain of loss she saw in too many eyes and the help she provided on occasion (only when asked or needed) with her own sword. A good friend knew this and encouraged her to find something else in which she could contribute to the colony. After that encouragement, she put away all weaponry, for a time, and decided to write poetry and song.
That "good friend" was in all actuality, Talfogloss, fellow Sinda elf and supposed love. Talfogloss knew of her secret longings toward art and music and such; so, he encouraged her to take it up. However, one day, long into their supposed courtship, his feet wished to wander. So, Curanolas let him go and could only hope he might one day return to watch the sunset's last spark of orange settle into the azure sky. He sent gifts and letters, until one day, a letter came most unexpectedly telling the Glirieth (so named thus after a contribution to a poetry contest sponsored by her house) that he would not return for her; that his place was wandering amongst the other races. She told very few, if any about the letter.
Her heart was healed by the gentle proddings of Celebringil. He came to truly love her after rescuing her from a troll. She is soon to be married to him. Her love for him is full, and she can hardly wait to marry this ellon, the love of her soul.
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Curanolas (#20967), Linnor (Singer), Glirieth Nos Narthanaer (Poet Laureate of Narthanaer) - The Nancin' Queen - Interior Design Consultant ...
Also Plays: Aisley (Rohirrim)
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CULTURE: Sinda Imladhrim POSITION: Culture Greeter
SPECIES: Quendi FLAGS: -C-G--/DHPf/IC
SEX: Female FIRST-ON: Oct 23 2003
LOCATION: Offline TOP: 1d 1h 31m 24s
LAST CONNECT: Sat Aug 04 09:30:00, was connected til Sat Aug 04 17:33:13.
PERSONAL: Courage and strength are not measured by bravery or muscle but by wisdom and heart.
PLAN: If I told you my plan, I'd have to kill you. I don't /want/ to kill you. ;)
PROJECT: http://www.myccm.org/profile/app/main/publicprofile.aspx?c=0&puid=055CF117-2262-4A41-8C4D-C408D5D5B917
NOTE: I have dreams...Dreams about life...Dreams like any other might have...Dreams of love and of friendship...Dreams of hope and peace...Dreams of passion...Sweet Dreams...I have other dreams, too...Dreams of hate and severed relationships...Dreams of despair and war...Dreams of apathy...Vicious Dreams...And, yet, the dreams that fill my heart are those that bring the scent of roses and of vanilla...of cookies fresh from the oven...of new books freshly opened...of pancakes for breakfast...These dreams bring a sense of fulfillment yet to be had...And in these dreams...these sweet dreams of life, love, and hope...In all these dreams, I seem to always find a little Tolkien in each. :)
~Cura
I dwell in Possibility-
A fairer House than Prose-
More numerous of Windows-
Superior-for Doors-
Of Chambers as the Cedars-
Impregnable of Eye-
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky-
Of Visitors-the fairest-
For Occupation-This-
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise-
~Emily Dickinson
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