Post by Aredhel on Aug 3, 2016 0:25:04 GMT -6
AREDHEL biography I SANG OF LEAVES, OF LEAVES OF GOLD Aredhel. Ar-feiniel. Ithildin. The Lady of the Wood. All are names that she has answered to over the ages … though only those particularly beloved by her may ever get away with using “Ithildin.” Her pride is precariously caught up in that one name. And pride has always been Aredhel’s greatest strength – and weakness. Lothlórien is her realm. A source of light against the darkness of evil. As Aredhel strives to be as such herself, the keeper and guardian of the White Ring. She has overseen much. And will see much more to come. Her brethren may leave Middle-earth for the west. Aredhel will never join them. Some have often thought of her as a witch. For she knows more about magic than most. And whilst her tastes are never deliberately malicious, Aredhel cannot deny that time is often cruel to idle hands, and who is more enamoured by time than she? | ◀ likes THERE LONG THE GOLDEN LEAVES HAVE GROWN It is not the company of books, aged scholars and other such means to recount history that Aredhel enjoys. One of her greatest loves is that of music. Dancing. Strong beer and scandalous conversations. It’s difficult to argue that the Lady of Lorien acts far younger than her seasoned years. Indeed, were it not for her ears one might mistake her for a human adolescent. Though she can tolerate demure settings, she has never appreciated the mundane. Boldness need not equate to rudeness. Charm is essential. And Aredhel likes to think that she emulates that which she finds pleasing. ◀ hates TOO LONG I’VE DWELT UPON THIS FAR & HITHER SHORE Never has Aredhel held much patience for marking particular qualities of a certain race – individual action has always been what she denounces. Arrogance. Dominance. Cruelty. Those who would commit evil she shuns without mercy. It isn’t that the passage of ages has withered away her capacity to forgive – forgiveness has never been a part of her nature. Aredhel can be cold. Infuriating. Even outright unkind. Perhaps worst of all is that she’s rather self-aware of these lesser traits of hers. And has no inclination of softening. Much as she has remained untouched by the passage of time, so has her pride. ◀ loves WHAT SHIP WOULD COME, WOULD COME FOR ME It would be quite a thing, for Aredhel to have only loved one other. The father of her child. Alas, were the homesickness of their ilk to have touched him and carried him away to the west, Aredhel would be heartbroken. Yet, she would not have followed. And not denied her the opportunity to find solace in the arms of another. It would never be the same love – true love. Still, such is preferable to eternal loneliness. Elves are also not the sole race to appeal to Aredhel’s gaze. Men and even the occasional dwarf she has found to be reasonably attractive. Of course, their greatest flaw is that they age and die, so quickly. That they are young. |
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