Tindara
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Hirdan (Master Smith) a Istheryn (Lore Mistress); Hiril nos Tulcarilma (Lady of House Tulcarilma) -- OOC MVP and All-around wonderful, helpful person! -- SG's Dominatrix -- Lin-Lin the killer panda -- Junior Miss Wales, 2003 -- Director of Miss V's Finishing School For Men -- Miss Preteen Elendor -- Rivendell Forest - Goalie -- Queen of the Elendor Social Club
DESCRIPTION:
Orbs of quicksilver sparkle from almond insets upon an oval face of pure milky luminescence. Locks of ebon blue frame her face and wash loosely down her back. Strands of mithril adorned with the deepest of sapphires and the brightest of diamonds are braided into her dark locks. Her height is well above average and she tends to look down even upon most of her own kind.
A long gown of shimmering white silk enwraps the slender maiden in its embrace. Silken cords of royal blue are pulled tight upon the back of the fitted bodice. A flaring full skirt flows gracefully making her appear to float as she moves. The tiniest of sapphires stud the entire length of it, yearning for whatever light is available. On occasion, tiny white slippers can be seen upon the elleths feet.
PERSONA:
In 3036, Avaesse, as she was known throughout the valley, dropped her assumed identity to reclaim her true name of Tindara Sildahen, Hiril nos Tulcarilma. She was an elf who awoke at Cuivienen, following Finwe to the West. And she was also a very close personal friend of Feanor.
She was one of his generals during the Kinslaying, taking her house as followers in that darkest stain upon elven history. She is always a stalwart defender of Feanor, for she still considers him a friend.
She has been a Hirdan since times unknown to the memory of most quendi and while smithing is her first love, she has also become a bit of a dabbler into lore and history.
Her temper, once hotter than a sword in the forge fire, has lessened since 3036. A calmness has settled upon her which has not been seen in millennia.
She has never been known to care particularly for any mortal race, and even within the elven kingdoms, she places the Noldor and Vanyar above the rest.
IC Relationships:
Talroch, Hir nos Narthanaer: In recent years, Talroch and Avaesse were seen to be somewhat close, even after the revelation of her having once been a Kinslayer, much to the distaste of many in his house. It was not until she revealed herself as Tindara when their relationship soured publicly.
Thileithel: As with his Hir, he had a friendship with Avaesse until her revelation as Tindara, then the two strayed away from each other.
Glasiel: Though a Silvan, she has seemed to find a place within Tindaras circle. Often it can be heard of Tindara warning quendi about strawberry tarts when the Hirilin is about. Tindara also has a special relationship with Elothiel, Glasiel and Antenaurs daughter, and appears to want to take her under her wing.
Lossmeril: Tindaras oldest friend and confidant, whom she will often refer to as Elenesa. The Saelvadhor of nos Tulcarilma.
Ethiriel: A retainer of Tindaras house and another close friend of the Hirils. It could be said that Tindara looks upon her as a daughter.
Paithel: A newer addition to nos Tulcarilma. Tindara asked her to join nos Tulcarilma during the Bereth in Elenath, much to the dislike of Narthanaer, which had always considered the elleth one of their own, though she was never a formal part of the house.
Sidhel: Tindara saved his life once from a falling rock, at great risk, and some injury, to herself. The two have formed a bond because of it.
Estelion: If there were a way for two elves to hate each other, Estelion and Tindara would be in the tome next to the definition. At one time, the two got along beautifully, but when Avaesse revealed her role in the Kinslaying, their relationship dwindled. The taking back of her true name has appeared to nail the coffin on their friendship.
OOC Note: Those who have characters whom were born before the Second Age, can page for further information.
HISTORY:
The light of the stars was the first thing to drift into Tindara's quicksilver eyes as she opened them at the place the quendi called Cuivienen. Her hair turned out to be a black so dark it appeared to be blue, and thus she always felt herself special even amongst the long lived elven kind, as she thought she was touched by the stars themselves at her awakening.
Unlike most of her kind but like all of them at that time, she had no parents. Indeed, Tindara (Q. Silver Dawn) was one of those who first opened their eyes to the grandness of the stars dotting the heavens like jewels. Those around her gave her a second name that suited her well. She became known as Tindara Sildahen (Q. Silver Eye).
She followed Finwe to the west when he returned from there. The prospects of something more appealed to her and she was not afraid of leaving this place she dwelled in for so long. As they traveled onward, she sneered at those who became too afraid to continue, those who left their party, considering them to be of a weaker spirit than those who journeyed onward. Her strength gathered a small group of elves around her, whom seemed to almost leech off of her pride in order to not be swayed by their fears. They called themselves Tulcarilma (Q. Steadfast Glittering Light) and her as their head.
While in Valinor, Tindara dwelt closely with the family of Finwe, learning the ways of metal and wood from Aule. Time passed and those of Tulcarilma grew rather than waned with each new birth of the Noldor kind. They lived in happiness and harmony until dark days fell upon them. Dark indeed for the trees that gave light had been destroyed and Feanor began to rile up the Noldor.
Tindara sided with Feanor and went with him along with his sons to procure ships from the Teleri. Those of her followers also came with her and attacked as she swung her blade through the first of her own kin when the Teleri refused the Noldor's demands. She rained down a terror upon the Teleri, thinking not for a moment of what she was doing, only furious at her brethren for not understanding their need. The selfish Teleri was all that ran through her mind.
Tindara looked over her followers as they made the long journey across the sea back to Middle Earth. Red liquid had stained their clothing, their bodies already washed of the smeared fluid. One of the elves spoke up, against what they had done to their brethren. And this elf she slew right there, speaking to all of those around her that any other who had a weaker spirit than her own might as well fling themselves into the sea, else they would find themselves at the end of a blade.
She spent long days in the siege of Angband. There she was one of the strongest generals, slaying many orcs in their own dark and vile fluids. Her heart hardened all the more as each day passed.
A time came when Feanor's sons discovered a silmaril was held in the clutches of a certain elf named Elwing. Tindara and her Tulcarilma were chosen along with many others to help bring this precious jewel back to them. They left immediately for the Mouths of Sirion.
Once there, the attack commenced. Elves fighting elves to the death. Tindara caught a glimpse of Elwing and her entourage, who died helping her to escape. The great bird she transformed into gave the noldorin lady an epiphany. Surely, no one who was truly evil could have been given such a miracle. And so she ordered her Tulcarilma to attack those comrades whom they'd been fighting with for centuries. With them, she helped those few survivors of Gondolin escape the clutches of the sons of Feanor. Together they all went to Lindon.
It was at this time that Tindara forsook her former self. She could no longer bear the burden of the evils she had done, first turning against her kin, then turning against her comrades. Those beneath her held their own burdens, she knew, but none could match her, she felt. None of them would even be here if not for her. And so she took upon herself the name of Avaesse (Q. Without a Name), leaving Tindara Sildahen nos Tulcarilma to the memories of the Noldor until such a time that she could retake the name once more.
After a while, her interest of a certain place called Eregion piqued her interest. She left Lindon to travel there, as it seemed more of a place for her to practice her art than the realms of Lindon. In Eregion, she stayed for around 400 years, until a certain Annatar visited the realm. She left 50 years after his arrival, for she did not entirely trust him. She knew firsthand the follies of Feanor and his kin, and this smelled of another one. And so she went back to Lindon.
Years later, she followed Gil-galad to Barad-dur and then Elrond to his valley of Imladris. The Tulcarilma nearly all left after the Last Alliance, wishing to find the solace of Aman once more. Avaesse herself could not leave not. She had not yet forgiven herself for her own sins. They had followed her where she led and that had been only to disaster.
So Imladris is where Avaesse dwells today.
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Tindara (#9144), Hirdan (Master Smith) a Istheryn (Lore Mistress); Hiril nos Tulcarilma (Lady of House Tulcarilma) -- OOC MVP and All-around ...
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NOTE: Every evening
As I'm laying here in bed
This tiny little prayer
Keeps running through my head
God bless my mom and dad
And bless my little pup
And look out for my brother
When things aren't looking up
And God, there's one more thing
I wish that you could do
Hope ya don't mind me asking
But please bless my 'puter too?
Now I know that's not normal
To bless a mother board
But just listen a second
While I explain to you 'My Lord'
You see, that little metal box
Holds more to me than odds & ends
Inside those small compartments
Rest a hundred of my 'BEST FRIENDS'
Some it's true I've never seen
And most I've never met
We've never exchanged hugs
Or shared a meal as yet....
I know for sure they like me
By the kindness that they give
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I travel to where they live
By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew
"PLEASE" Take an extra minute
From your duties up above
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!
Dedicated to all of my online friends whom I've met in my stint on the 'net. (No, I didn't write the poem now do I know who did).
http://Chaotic_Wonder.tripod.com/. Looks best under the latest version of IE.
PERSONAL: I like Piers Anthony, Robert Jordan, Brian Jacques, Homer, Aristophanes, and Euripides though I know I'm leaving someone out of that. Oh and I love everything and everything to do with Star Wars. I have all of the books, every version of the movies, the source books, and a few of the comics. Though, I proudly admit that I am also a devoted Trekkie, I just don't collect the ST books. I do own all but 7 episodes of TNG, and all of DS9 and VOY. Anime rocks. Also an extreme fascination for Babylon 5. My favorite characters are Lennier, Marcus, and Ivanova. But I'm sorry to tell all of you B5 fans out there that it will /never/ be better than Star Wars. Star Wars is the best and always will be. But B5 does come very close. Then again so does Star Trek. And for those of you who are actually reading this just to read it or some such, I have given you a decent enough length of a +finger for you to enjoy and and least have a few minutes of reading outside of your usual boredom.
Wouldn't it be worse, if life were fair and all of the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. --Marcus, B5
PLAN: th u(#25377/bread)
A special note goes out to Arphen who has since been purged at the time of this writing. He was the person who gave me my original alias of 5 and later on he had the alias V which I tried my hardest to get in his memory. Arphen is the only reason I'm still on Elendor, maybe not anymore, but if it wasn't for him, I would have left a long time ago. Thanks Dawg.
QUOTES: For old quotes goto:
http://chaotic_wonder.tripod.com/mush/elendorquotes.html
For new quotes goto: th u(#29863/quotes)
PROJECT: This is the theme song to 'The Last Unicorn.'
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain,
and the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain,
In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn,
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn.
When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north and the pale moon is rising,
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn,
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn.
I'm alive... I'm alive...
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is formed,
Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn.
I'm alive... I'm alive...
DARTH VADER'S THOUGHTS TO THE CLASS OF '99
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Vassar College class of '99 Embrace the Dark Side. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, the Dark Side would be it. The long term benefits of the Dark Side have been proved by the Dark Lords of The Sith, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering cruelty and conquests. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your planet. Oh, never mind, you will never understand the power and the beauty of your planet until after the Empire has destroyed it in a futile attempt to find a Rebel Base. But trust me, in twenty years, you will look back at photos of your home and recall, in a way you can't grasp now, how blissfully ignorant you were, and how fabulous your planet really looked before it was a pile of burning space rubble. Your planet is not as dull as you imagine.
Don't worry about the Rebellion or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to make the Kessel run in a landspeeder. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your twisted mind. The kind that fire a direct hit into your reactor core at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do in one Death Star officer every day. Scheme. Don't disobey the Emperor's orders; don't put up with people who disobey yours. Hate. Don't waste your time on Stormtroopers. They can't hit the broad side of a barn. The battle is long and in the end, it's only with yourself. And your idiot son. Remember the prophecies of the Emperor; ignore the whining of your bratty upstart farmboy of a son. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old lightsaber, but change your costume slightly with every sequel. Destroy. Don't feel guilty if you have no misgivings about joining the Dark Side. The most interesting people I know didn't have any respect at 22 for their victim's lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't. Have plenty of minions. Be kind to your right hand, you'll miss it when it's gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe your son will join you, maybe he won't. Maybe you'll convince your daughter to become a dark Jedi and assist you in your campaign of hatred and destruction; maybe she'll become a rebel leader and marry a scruffy looking nerf herder. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your destiny guided by the Force. So is everybody else's.
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