Ithilos
TITLE:
Nethordur, Arphedil Nos Ruiganno (Apprentice Healer, Retainer of House Ruiganno)
DESCRIPTION:
Honey-colored hair cascades in a flood over and around slim shoulders. It frames a simple and unmistakably Eldar face, complete with full lips that are almost involuntarily turned up at the ends, giving the impression of a perpetual smile, and two bright green eyes, possessing the luster of freshly cut and polished emeralds.
The elleth before you today is dressed in a dark green dress of a modest and simple cut. An embroidery pattern of lighter green leaves and vines adorns her hem and neckline. Save for a simple oaken trinket, carved into the shape of a broad leaf and hung about her neck on a thin silver chain, no jewels or gems adorn this young elfmaid. Her garb is completed by a pair of small bare feet supporting her small frame as she glides about.
PERSONA:
A smile is most often seen on this young elleths face, save when she is earnestly involved in her work. Though her grandsires have been Scouts and Harpists for Nos Ruiganno since its founding, she finds herself most drawn to the healing arts. She has a deep love for the woods, and is often found there gathering herbs. She also has a passion for song, and it is rare when she is not at the very least humming to herself as she works or plays, but she has found a different calling than her forefathers. Never lacking in a kind word or deed, Ithilos makes it a point to bring cheer and healing when she sees that it is needed.
HISTORY:
Ithilos was born in the Valley of Imladris, on a night where the full moon shone down and where a winter storm had just ended. The storm had raged throughout her mothers labor and upon her birth, the winds died down and the sky cleared. Her father looked out the window as he held his newborn daughter in his hands. The bright and silvery light of Ithil shone down upon a blanket of snow outside. The reflection off of the snow was bright enough to make this night, which had started out so dark and foreboding, into a scene that should be remembered in song. For the one and only time in his life, Rhin-Galen, Woodsman and Singer of Nos Ruiganno was at a loss for a melody to sing. He could only bring to his lips that which he saw and, looking out upon the scene before him and uttering "Ithilos", moonlight upon the snow or snowy moonlight, he knew what he would forever remember and call his one and only daughter by.
All of her life, Ithilos spent in the forests and in song. Her mother Dorluin, also a Woodsman and a Singer would, along with her father, spend their days teaching their child woodcraft and melodies. Music was always at the heart of her people, her family, her very self. In the springtime of her early adulthood, she accompanied her parents out of the Valley for the first time in her life. A great festival was being held in the realm of Amon Thranduil in Mirkwood. The journey there was largely uneventful, but darkness waited on the return.
Crossing the Misty Mountains, a foraging party, which included both of Ithilos parents, was ambushed by a cadre of orcs. The Tirith was able to come up and scatter the foul creatures before any real harm could be done to the main body of Eldar. Nearly all the Tugwiyl, had been injured. She found her parents and they were still alive, though hurt. Tey were borne back to the Valley, but the poison from not a few foul orc arrows would not let him live in peace at all. While their flesh healed and bones knitted, their spirits remained torn. Without even the mighty Elrond able to heal them, the couple decided on one last journey and headed westwards, towards Mithlond and then across the sea. They left their daughter in shock and sorrow, because for all of her attempted ministrations, even she could not heal that which had been broken. For months thereafter the would-be healer became the grief-stricken patient. There were some who thought she would never be brought out of her remorse, but she would soon come full circle.
A small group of Tirith were assaulted by a troll in transit to the Valleyas they passed through the Shaws and the wounded were brought back to the House of Healing. Without being asked to, and without any sort of preamble or prompting, Ithilos immediately fell in with the other apprentice healers, the Nethordur, in tending to the wounded. No one questioned her or stopped her. They were simply glad that she had broken from her dark reverie. She threw herself headlong into the art of healing and has since found it to be her calling. No guide or forager would she be, though she was as capable as any in the woods. No Singer would she be, though she would never cease to sing. She would heal. She would find a way to keep alive those that were injured, in body if not in spirit, so that their families would not feel the grief she had felt. It was small recompense, but it was all she had. That lifeline was enough to bring her, slowly, back into society.
She is still more somber than the average Silvan, but her laughter will now ring out, and her pretty little bare feet carry her in dances. Her voice will rise in song, and her hair will flow behind her as she runs through the woods and in the meadows. A new life has arisen from the shattered bits of the old.
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Ithilos (#11678), Nethordur, Arphedil Nos Ruiganno (Apprentice Healer, Retainer of House Ruiganno)
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CULTURE: Silvan Imladhrim POSITION: Player
SPECIES: Quendi FLAGS: ------/DHPf/IC
SEX: Female FIRST-ON: Dec 10 2006
LOCATION: Offline TOP: 0s
LAST CONNECT: Mon Jul 23 06:17:04, was connected til Mon Jul 23 06:21:43.
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