Lindale
TITLE:
Glirieth o Nos Earendil (Poet Laureate of House Earendil)
DESCRIPTION:
A tall, willowy Sinda maiden, with long, wavy auburn and chestnut hair is before you. Wide, luminescent jade-green eyes are deep-set in a pale oval face, the satin cheeks and rosebud lips always on the verge of curving into a quiet smile.
A silver-grey shift floats like river-mist over her slender form as she moves, and a thin, warm, woodsy-green cloak cascades over her lithe shoulders, where it is fastened with a plain silver clasp, and deepens the intensity of her striking green eyes. A fine mithril necklace with an opal set like a star is her only adornment; below the hem of her cloak her pale, graceful feet are bare.
PERSONA:
Elrond's poet is thoughtful and reflective, more likely to listen than speak in general conversation. She grew up in the valley, and spent most of her life here, and is known to just about everyone who has lived in the House for any length of time. She spends many hours in the Singers' Guild, enjoying the music and laughter and conversations of the members as she has since she was a child, only nowadays she's often seen behind her desk lending a hand to a young Glindis or other musical or poetic apprentice. She is focused and intense while working or performing, but genial, friendly, and kind in her dealings with others. She is devoted to Hir Elrond and his children and takes her position seriously, but always enjoys a good jest.
HISTORY:
Some 800 years ago, in the valley of Imladris, Telruin the marksman and his wife, Lilith, a healer, gave birth to a daughter as the sun rose over the Last Homely House. So great was their joy that they named her Lindale, "music" in the high-elven tongue, like the music of the Shining Ones through which the world came into being.
The elf-maiden was quiet, reflective and thoughtful, but quick to laugh and fond of music and the hearth of Elrond's hall. From her youth, she loved the spoken word, verses and stories, and crafted her own poems, but seldom performed them without prompting, preferring instead to sit at the feet of the masters, listening to their tales, her eyes sparkling in wonder.
Such was her childhood in the valley, year upon year of contentment and fellowship in the warm glow of the Hall of Fire. But when she was at the threshhold of adulthood, a tragedy broke her reverie: while traveling from Imladris to Lorien, her mother's home, the party was ambushed by a small band of orcs. The elves were victorious over their attackers, and only a few were seriously wounded, but Lindale's father was slain.
Lilith, his wife, grieved and wanted to take her daughter and remain in Lorien with her kinsmen, but Lindale knew where her heart lay. When the injured had been healed in Lorien and the party had rested, mother and daughter touched hands and parted ways. The party returned to the valley and, with them, young Lindale came home to resume her life -- without her parents. As the years passed, eventually, Lilith and her grief left Lorien and sailed west.
She kept to herself for a time, and perhaps was more grave and serious than before, but Lindale's laughter was still silver-gold, and her eyes still sparkled at the telling of tales and singing of songs, and she thrived in the valley of her home, for hundreds of years, surrounded by friends.
She was betrothed, for a time, but never wed. The engagement was broken without fanfare, and he, too, soon sailed west, but she stayed, and seemed somehow wiser, and perhaps even lighter of heart. Of the reasons for its ending, she never spoke, and few ever asked, and it is now hardly mentioned at all.
Over time, she had begun to add her own voice to the storytellers and poets in Elrond's halls, and several years ago at a Bardic Congress in the valley, she stood for the first time before the masters of her craft from across Middle Earth and spoke a poem to honor Elbereth, by the light of a shimmering star-lantern crafted by a dear friend.
Hir Elrond was so moved by this quiet elleth and her intense green eyes and flowing words of devotion to the Lady of the Stars that he kissed her brow and named her Poet of his House, where she has served faithfully ever since. For her Master, she has composed epics for the funerals of fallen brethren and told the legends of the making of the world. She has also done less glamorous tasks, such as keeping meticulous inventory in the Singers' Guild, and teaching mischeivous elf-children how to compose silly rhymes.
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Lindale (#30859)
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EMAIL: GothGypsy at aol.com POSITION: Player
REAL NAME: Joanna Shindler FIRST-ON: Dec 02 2002
SEX: Female
PROJECT: To help keep the home fires burnin' in good ol' Rivendell.
PERSONAL: Journalism degree, newspaper job (copy editor -- as in Josie Gellar from "Never Been Kissed"), recently married (Aug. 16 2003! Newlywedded bliss!), apartment, two cats, no kids. I'm a gym rat and a Capricorn (1/18/1980) and my favorite color is purple. Anything more personal you have to ask me to my face. :)
PLAN: If I told you, I'd have to... you get the picture.
NOTE: That "first" should say August 1997, if not for a purge sometime in 2001.
OOCDESC: Tall, w/ dark green eyes (natural color) and burgundy hair (out of a box). Recovering goth. Generally wearing T-shirts and yoga pants when not in office clothes.
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It's pronounced "Lin-da-leh," for all you Tolkien novices out there. ;-)
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