Elinnor
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Hirnethril, Saeleth Nos Earendil (Master Healer and Counsellour of House Earendil) OOC : Queen of the Dance and Keeper of the Shamrock Tiara -- Naughty Nanny o Imladris -- Coro's Zoot -- Silmaethor Jaybird -- TOOL OF THE VALAR! ('07) -- Hiril Nos Mor
DESCRIPTION:
A living reflection of the sea beside which she has dwelt this elleth's grey eyes; two calm pools of mist set beneath the circlet of silver that sits across her smooth brow. Raven hair cascades elegantly down her back reaching far past her waist; but this only serves to make her pale face seem softer still. Indeed each soft feature of the elleth's face blends delicately into the next giving the elf a flawless air, beautiful in many ways but no particular thing about her more striking than the next.
Tall she is as are many of her kindred and the quiet yet graceful way in which she moves makes her seem taller still. The Hirnethril is clad in a pale silver-grey gown that trails softly upon the floor, quietly whispering upon her passing. About her slender neck a moonstone dangles upon a chain of silver, its colouring a mirroring of the Sinda's eyes.
PERSONA:
HISTORY:
Over the millenia I have lived in many places, many of which have long since disappeared into the mists of history; lost forever except in memory... But I remember them all and the things they have taught me.
Doriath was my first home. It was within the forests of Thingol's hidden kingdom that I was born to Celugelir and Gwanurthel, a mere 82 years into what would become known as the First Age. It would be to Thingol's daughter Luthien that I would pledge my loyalty serving for a time as one of her hand-maidens.
Like my mother it was the arts of healing that fascinated me above all other lore and I began studying in earnest, even as the first tomes on healing knowledge were still being written.
The First Age was not one of quiet and as I became proficent in the arts of healing I found that more and more would be required of my skill -- my tears shed upon each major battle-field as I grieved for my fallen kin.
Shortly after Nirnaeth Arnoediad I returned to Doriath once more to continue my service to Luthien and her kin seeking quiet after the clash of battle. Quiet rarely lasted for long in those troubled days however and news would soon reach me that my father had been slain on the field of Tumhalad. My family fled to Menegroth and there I was reunited with my brother once more a meeting of mixed joy and grief. Truly an age filled with tears, yet there were more hardships to come.
Greed. Lust. There are many tales of this subject told throughout all the ages of Arda, but perhaps none so profound as the sacking of Doriath. Dwarven smiths enamoured with the Silmaril they were helping to craft a holding for murdered our gracious King Thingol and attempted to flee with the necklace. Justice was quickly dealt out by the elves, the murderers put to trial by sword and bow. Their kin would come though, seeking vengence and more blood would flow in the lands of Doriath. I was shocked to the core, but Doriath survived the attack and under Dior we began to heal the wounds laid, little knowing what laid just around the corner. Greed. Lust. Even from our own kind. For it was not outsiders that finally tumbled the great kingdom of Doriath, but the sons of Feanor -- our own kin. The unthinkable become a stark and true reality, as elf fought elf. Fortunate enough to escape I fled to the Havens of Sirion and there spent many years coming to terms with the destruction of my homeland and its peoples.
And so the First Age passed away into the second, my time spent for the most part in Lindon though I would journey to Mithlond from time to time as well seeing both lands grow through their infancy. But in neither did I feel settled as I had in Doriath, so when Elrond of the line of Luthien set out to create a new elven-home I travelled amongst the elves who gathered with him offering what skills I had into his service.
The Second Age would be for the most part a time of peace and study for me -- the writting of books, the growing of herbs, the healing of others -- these would consume my time as the years slipped away.
But another battle was looming and I would find myself once more called to the field; a bag of bandages slung over my shoulder as I stood beneath the banners of my choosen lord in the struggle that time would call the Last Alliance.
The Third Age I have dedicated to healing in the halls of Imladris, but for the last two hundred years whilst I have visited Mithlond to exchange and aquire healing lore. And now I return gladly home.
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Elinnor (#30712), Hirnethril, Saeleth Nos Earendil (Master Healer and Counsellour of House Earendil) OOC : Queen of the Dance and Keeper of ...
Also Plays: Lamatheryn (Mithlondhrim)
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CULTURE: Sinda Imladhrim POSITION: Culture Local Admin
SPECIES: Quendi Feature Character
SEX: Female FLAGS: -C-L-F/DHpF/IC
LOCATION: Offline FIRST-ON: Nov 27 2003
TOP: 5h 13m 8s
LAST CONNECT: Fri Aug 03 14:07:19, was connected til Fri Aug 03 15:38:44.
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