Post by Aredhel on Jul 31, 2016 23:02:03 GMT -6
FEMALE. | 10000. | ELF. | GALADRIEL. |
█ NAME
AREDHEL
█ ALIAS
AR-FEINIEL, ITHILDIN [CHILDHOOD NAME], LADY OF THE WOOD
█ DATE OF BIRTH
JUNE 4TH YT. 1200
█ SEXUALITY
HETEROSEXUAL
█ OCCUPATION
LADY OF LORIEN
AREDHEL
█ ALIAS
AR-FEINIEL, ITHILDIN [CHILDHOOD NAME], LADY OF THE WOOD
█ DATE OF BIRTH
JUNE 4TH YT. 1200
█ SEXUALITY
HETEROSEXUAL
█ OCCUPATION
LADY OF LORIEN
PERSONALITY
- Alignment: Neutral Good
- Alliance: Elves
- Personality:
★ Protective
★ Insightful
★ Ingenious
★ Bold
★ Composed
★ Insincere
★ Mischievous
★ Vindictive
★ Manipulative
★ Prideful - Appearance: There is much about the Lady of Lorien’s physical appearance that draws the eye. Perhaps least flattering would be her height – compared to most of her race, Aredhel is short of stature. Two inches or three short of six-feet. Her figure lithe, delicate, without the hardened edges of muscle earned from the frequent handling of bow or blade – for she favors neither. The hue of her skin is alike cream subtly dusted with gold, flawless, unmarked by traces of hardship, pain or age, promising a youthfulness barely recalled by her own memory. Whilst her hair is white – not blonde but white, the colour of undisturbed snow. Cascading in a heavy mane to the dipping of her hips, if not tied back.
An ethereal softness that would undoubtedly mark Aredhel entirely were it not for the strong squared shape of her jawline. The pouting plumpness of her mouth. Narrowed eyebrows set low above her eyes. Of a green as unnatural as they are memorizing. Vivid of hue to rival Dwarven emeralds and as bright as if lit by flame.
The Lady of Lorien appreciates gowns of black and of white, and few actual colours. Detailed in threaded jewels, gold and bronze – but never silver. Always, Nenya is worn gracing the middle-finger of her left hand. - Secrets
- Whilst Aredhel considers herself to be of the Noldor, she is descended, on her mother’s side, to the Vanyar. Explaining the source of her pale hair.
- Some believe that Aredhel’s magic began when she became the keeper of Nenya, however, she knew the ways of magic before she even came to Middle-Earth.
- Adamantly, Aredhel denies a longing to return to Valinor. Yet, it is a lie that she has sold to all but for herself. And with each passing century that longing grows and festers.
BIOGRAPHY
- Homeland: Valinor.
- History: Aredhel was but a girl when she first arrived in the lands of Middle-earth, having left behind her homeland of Valinor. Barely a thousand years old. Of course, back then, she hadn’t thought of herself as a child, oh-no. Brazen, ambitious, beautiful –
Stubborn. Headstrong, truly.
Pride had brought her to foreign lands. And pride has kept her there ever since.
Born the daughter of a prince, it could be assumed that Aredhel was born into both privilege and promise – and that assumption would be wrong. She was no player on the great stage. Rather, she was little more than scenery. A handmaiden waiting on greater beings, feeding on the crumbs that they left out for her. Her immaturity deemed “endearing.” Believing that she would be content with learning how to perceive watery reflections of others in bowls of water and other such parlor tricks. Only she wasn’t.
Middle-earth embodied a promise. Opportunity. To no longer be overshadowed, ignored. In comparison, all else was inconsequential. The politicking and conflict of her kin and people.
The deaths that followed.
Still, she was offered safe passage back home, to Valinor, if she wished it. An insult – Aredhel was determined to perceive such as an insult. What was called to her as “home” and “forgiveness,” she named as a “cage.” They wanted her to remain as their sweet Ithildin, a pale light lost in their shadow. Yet, she had grown bright in their absence. She had a husband. She had powerful friends. She had her own land. She had the golden Mallorn trees. She had become the Lady of Lorien. And, in her pride, vowed that she would never return to the Undying Lands.
Her pride played a part in the decision to bar the enigmatic “Lord of Gifts” from her lands, but was not entirely responsible. Motherhood had tempered some of her flaws, enhanced others, and made her vigilant to suspect forces. For some time Aredhel, focusing and harnessing those same “parlor tricks” taught to her in her youth, had felt a stirring malevolence forming unseen within Middle-earth. And she sensed that same darkness within the stranger. Had her distrust only been nurtured by her pride, Aredhel likely would never have approached her friend Celebrimbor, ruler of Eregion and one who had openly taken the stranger in, and told him about her concerns. And perhaps would never have been entrusted with Nenya, the Ring of Adamant, when the “Lord of Gifts” revealed his true nature and thus resulting in the destruction of Eregion and Celebrimbor both.
Nenya was her duty, not a gift. Aredhel could sense the great power interwoven into the ring’s design by her tragic friend. And though she knew that there was no evil in Nenya, Aredhel also knew that that could easily be changed by one as foul as Sauron, and bring disaster down upon all. She made the decision to keep Nenya hidden. Offering her aid in combating against Sauron in other ways, mainly by the means of supplying weapons and elven warriors. Only once she felt certain that the enemy was defeated did Aredhel show her own ring.
Defeated, but not gone.
This she knew. And not by any enhancement of her own power by Nenya’s magic. But in her enemy’s defeat, Aredhel had both time and opportunity.
She crafted a sanctum out of her home. Not for her own sake, but for the sake of all elves and, consequently, the fate of Middle-earth. A place where evil could not breach. She sought to master her own power and that of Nenya too. And she waited and watched in her waiting. Those who were as children to her grew into adulthood. Her own child. And the children of her own child too. Those whom she had called friend grew ever older. Some died. Others left, leaving Middle-earth and her behind for Valinor.
Aredhel determined to linger. To wait, but not idly.
She would not be the only flame to hold back the creeping darkness. - Family/Relatives
- Lord/Lady of Imladris: son/daughter-in-law
- Cassandra Evenstar: granddaughter
- Ellorían Aeglos: granddaughter
- Glawonis Hadhafang: granddaughter
> CARCIPHONA; veloce visrin - Aredhel <
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