In-Game Character: Celebdol
Full Name :Eolandris Celebdol (Eol's-long-cleave/cut SilverHair/Mane)
Gender :Elf-maiden
Race :Moriquendi/Avari
Place Of Birth :Nan Elmoth
Age :middle of the 1st Age
Marital Status :single
Partner :none

Home Address :went into hiding, or rather, exile into Rhún in the far east of Middle Earth
Class:Minstrel
Crafting Professions:Jeweller, Prospector & Farmer

Background :

Celebdol, thats what they'll call me...
...Mother always said "tis better noone ever knows your True Name, your Destiny". I understood none of these words back then; yes she loved me, cherished me even... but it was never enough, was I doomed to wander alone in these bleak, alien lands of Men & beasts?


So for many years unaccounted, we'd wander, subsist, hunt and were ,in our own turn, hunted. Ever aware of the hounds at our backs.

Eventually, we found a semblance of peace. The lands of the Wainriders and other Easterling tribes of Rhún, finally became our home. Make no mistake, however, our times here were very difficult. The tribesmen would've slaughtered us or never traded were it not for the fact that mother's increasingly feral & crazed state struck terror into their mortal hearts, and in their savage religion there was a place for Her. To them she was a fey monster, who needed to be appeased with sacrifice or bountiful offerings. This is largely how we survived, we became part of the land's folklore. They called me the "Witch of the Silver mantle", and my mother, she had many names... none of which are worthy of account.

Years passed, and in time, I alone, earnt a certain level of trust from some of the tribesman. This proved to be a turning point in my life in the Wildlands of Rhún. I learnt of the seductive entreaties of the Dark Enemy from the south, and this gave my heart renewed purpose and strength. Being never wholly comfortable with my mother's singleminded agenda, I strove to influence those chieftans that would hear my words to resist the lies and threats of the Darklord. For, as I became to learn, Not all of the tribes were decieved by the agents of Morgoth's lieutenant, Sauron.

My lone efforts in this regard attracted the attention of the Enemy, and we were hunted anew. When mother learnt of my dealings with the "renegade" chieftans, she was grieved saying "Thou hath forgotten your path my errant child, your fight is not with this foreign foe, tis with those who have hurt us most keenly... Tis why you are so named, "Eolandris", born of Our blood, Our pain and Our sacrifice - you shall not betray the Legacy!" But, she would ever live in the past, and I could no longer wittingly subscribe to her madness. We fought, and in her anger she denounced me, and again...I fled.
Distraught, and in utter despair I went into the West, through Rhovannion and by no design except providence, this sorry creature came upon the hallowed name of Imladris, and I learnt a new word - Sanctuary!

By a variety of routes I finally came to meet the Lord of Imladris, Elrond. Taking counsel with him we discussed much, yet more was left unsaid. I think he suspected from whence I hailed, but spared me the indignity & pain. There was one thing above all others, however, that he imparted to me... my need to "Heal" all hurts, and with those words he directed me to solicit the guidance of the House of Vanimar. And with great trepidation, I finally sought out my Eldar brothers and sisters. The representative of Vanimar, who had been sent to bring me back into the fold, was a handsome, kind, noble Teleri Lord; almost immediately did I feel at ease ... and with my eyes open I now intend to follow this new path.

I still have the nightmares, and I'll be forever haunted by my mother's last words to me, "the Oath that binds the sons of Feanor, was made our curse... you cannot run from THAT! Tis your DOOM now, not mine!"


Dearly, I seek to end all the hate, the feelings of entrenched vengeance, my sadness, the schism I feel starkly from my people.

One day, I'll feel safe, live without fear & know, a little of Hope!