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Finlothriel
Finlothriel Thoramath, known as "Dove"
| Name | Finlothriel |
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| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | Mother and wife |
| Age | Young, mature |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Lived in Lebennin, but seeking refuge her family followed Bregion's to Bree-land |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Finlothriel is fairest of her family, pale white, sweet round face, high cheek bones, pouted full lips, gently shaped eyes to fit and starrtle with its gray tones. All that as veil of snow or rays of sun, was decorated with long gold-white hair. All placed on long neck and freckless skin.
Her manners are delicate and humble, she moves very elegantly almost water-like. But when she speaks in soft melodic sindarin you can notice how there is more then apperance in her, eyes will focus on you unpleasantly, forcing you to return gaze or bow your head.
She is usualy seen in one of her gowns, in light tones, adorned with flowers or gems, or in her riding garment. Her femminine "hourglass" body looks well in delicate gowns or in leather studded riding garment equally.
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Background
Finlothriel, Fair Lady of Lebennin. Daughter of Fergorn and Finglosiell, Librarians and mentors of the fine arts and history.
Her mother one of the finest harpers of Belfalas and her father a well renowned historian and librarian with a respectable collection of ancient lore and texts.
Her mother one of the finest harpers of Belfalas and her father a well renowned historian and librarian with a respectable collection of ancient lore and texts.
Fin-loth-riel, “hair garlanded with flowers”. A well suited name, as it’s meaning becomes clear that moment when you first lay eye on her.
She is one of two children of Fergorn and Finglosiell, the other being her older brother, Finglortir.
She is one of two children of Fergorn and Finglosiell, the other being her older brother, Finglortir.
The two were inseparable until her brother came of age. Finglortir grew interest in the way of the sword, and forsook his old passion for music and art.
He soon left Lebennin to serve the princes of Dol Amroth as a page, Finlothriel couldn’t bare the loss of her brothers company and swiftly followed in his wake.
She was brave or others would say foolish enough to steal the horse of her tutor, and rode out with it in chase of her beloved brother.
He soon left Lebennin to serve the princes of Dol Amroth as a page, Finlothriel couldn’t bare the loss of her brothers company and swiftly followed in his wake.
She was brave or others would say foolish enough to steal the horse of her tutor, and rode out with it in chase of her beloved brother.
The road was long and proved itself full of danger when she was unlucky enough to encounter a brigand band below the hills of Dor-en-Ernil.
Too unfamiliar with the ways of the land to remain hidden from sight she was soon discovered by the brigands, whom decided to give chase with hopes of capturing and later selling Finlothriel for a good price.
Too unfamiliar with the ways of the land to remain hidden from sight she was soon discovered by the brigands, whom decided to give chase with hopes of capturing and later selling Finlothriel for a good price.
Finlothriel rode her horse as fast as the beast would allow in attempt to escape the brigands, but in her inexperience found it hard to shake them off. She was tired, bruised and sore from the chase and swiftly began to abandon hope of ever getting away from them. In the distance the watch tower of Tirn-Ernil shun its reflection over the plains and hills of the valley, with her wits still about her Finlothriel decided the only chance for her to gain safety was to ride for the watch-tower with high hopes that it was still garrisoned.
And garrisoned it was, before she knew it the wardens rung the tower bells.
The approach of a brigand band riding toward the tower catching their eye. The captain of the watch-tower and his men gathered their steeds with all due haste and rode toward the brigands to meet them in the open field. The brigands unwilling to fight the heavily armoured garrison forces scattered and gave up their chase.
Finlothriel was safe, she continued to ride toward the tower until she was intercepted by the suspicious guardsmen. “A lady with elf-like features in a white dress riding alone?” Thinking her a spy or perhaps something more sinister the riders dismounted and wearily approached the lady hinting at her to come down from her horse.
The approach of a brigand band riding toward the tower catching their eye. The captain of the watch-tower and his men gathered their steeds with all due haste and rode toward the brigands to meet them in the open field. The brigands unwilling to fight the heavily armoured garrison forces scattered and gave up their chase.
Finlothriel was safe, she continued to ride toward the tower until she was intercepted by the suspicious guardsmen. “A lady with elf-like features in a white dress riding alone?” Thinking her a spy or perhaps something more sinister the riders dismounted and wearily approached the lady hinting at her to come down from her horse.
Finlothriel greeted them with kindness, the soft tone of her voice easing the scared men of the guard greatly. One of them, “the young captain of the tower” was the first to brave his superstitions and offered her kind words of comfort and his cloak. He then asked her if she was in need of help. Finlothriel smiled looking deeply into his eyes, she then asked him his name, Tirmegil Thoramath .. he replied
The two fell in love the moment their eyes locked, after a year had passed the two married at Linhir at a humble ceremony under the trees of Linhirs great-gardens where the two gave each other their vows.
The newly-wed couple settled at a small village near the keep of Tirn-Ernil.
Mellys, a daughter as stunningly beautiful as her mother and temperamental as her father was born there the next year.
After the birth of their daughter the couple lived in utmost peace at the village for another five years enjoying the better aspects of life.
They lived a blessed life there until the tragic events of recent days which split the family and shadows their marriage.
Mellys, a daughter as stunningly beautiful as her mother and temperamental as her father was born there the next year.
After the birth of their daughter the couple lived in utmost peace at the village for another five years enjoying the better aspects of life.
They lived a blessed life there until the tragic events of recent days which split the family and shadows their marriage.
| Friends | Her family, husbant Tirmegil and daughter Mellys |
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| Relatives | Many but most stayed at Belfalas |
| Rivals/Enemies | Hopefully she is out of their reach, mostly rivals of her husband. |
| Loves | Tirmegil and Melethiell, her family, she also enjoys gardening, trees, walks and rivers, song and tales from ancient days and glory. |
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| Hates | Rude, unreasonable aggresive people, sea and land that parts her from Tirmegil. |
| Motivation | At moment she will attempt to survive absence of her husbant, and settle down at distant relatives. |
| Quotes | "Wise know more then blade can see." |
Finlothriel's Adventures
| Rope around my neck. | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
| Letter to Tirmegil Thoramath, date: Second day of Lothron | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
