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Nethanar
Nethanar
| Name | Nethanar |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Poet and minstrel |
| Age | Born during a time of peace in the Second Age |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | in the house of Elrond |
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| Outward Appearance |
Tall and straight in stature; his hair is dark like the branches of trees in the twilight, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes bright and keen, grey like a clear evening, and his voice like music. Clad in soft raiments of elvish grey, and green like the pine trees of fair Imladris.
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Background
Many things are written in his memory, though his elven years are shorter than others who were here before him. With the eyes of his thought he can reach far back, and recall visions of bygone days long left behind by the tides of Time. Not more of those glad and sorrowful days need now to be recounted here.
| Friends | Various Elves of Imladris |
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| Relatives | Some have sailed away to the West, while others tarry here for a while yet |
| Rivals/Enemies | Orcs |
| Loves | Music and song, poesy and tale-telling; the light of the sun dancing on the face of the stream, and gazing long into the fields of night up at the silvery eyes |
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| Hates | Insolence and discord |
| Motivation | Lives in peace and joy and only lingers here for a while yet ere he too takes ship and sails away to the Blessed Realm |
| Quotes | May the stars shine upon your face! |
