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Tironnedel
Tironedel Aerdun
| Name | Tironnedel |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scholar |
| Age | Old |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Tironedel wanders between Mithlond and the Blue Mountains |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | There is a movement in the shadows, and one, slightly darker shadow detaches itself from the rest. It is, at closer examination, the shape of a grey-clad elf, stooping somewhat and perhaps blinking in the light of the lamp or candle held by the observer. A few wisps of light brown, almost blonde, hair escape from beneath his grey hood. If his hood were put back, the first few streaks of grey might be seen in his short hair, for this elf has seen 7,000 winters and more. A faint light seems to shine in his sea-blue eyes, a light which is rare even among the Eldar; the Light of Aman. For this Noldo was born in the light of the Two Trees in the Blessed Realm, and was one of the last to be born before Morgoth slew the Trees with the aid of Ungoliant. From this elf's broad shoulders hangs a grey cloak, moving slightly in the light breeze of an open window. His physical body is clad in a robe of like color, though, like the few others of the High Elves who remain in Middle Earth, he would appear to those who can see the immortal clearly to stand in the midst of a blinding white light. At his left side hangs a satchel, in which either scrolls, pens, and ink, or medicines and bandages can be found, depending on his mission. No weapons are visible on his person, and, in fact, he seems to be only a peaceful scholar and something of a healer, speaking in a quiet, distant voice. Occasionally, when he speaks in the ancient tongue of his people, this elf will straighten up to his impressive height of six and a half feet, putting his shoulders back, and speaking with a ringing voice in the accent of Valinor. At such times, it is easy to believe that he did indeed fight in the wars against Morgoth, holding firm against the charge of the servants of evil. But this never lasts for long--he always returns quickly to his stooping posture, and quiet speech in the language and flawless accent of whomever it is he is speaking with. |
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Background
Height: 6' 6"
Eye Color: Sea-Blue
Hair Color: Light Brown, tending towards a white-blonde
Heritage: Noldorin
Age: Uncertain, but he was born in Valinor before the Noldor rebelled against the Valar and fled across the northern straits into Middle Earth
Languages: Quenya, Sindarin, Westron, Black Speech, Haradic, Rhunic, and quite a few more.
Notable Skills: VERY talented when it comes to language (interpretation, reading, writing, learning new languages, etc.); some knowledge of the jeweller's art; the Elven ability to see the immortal clearly, even when it is hidden from mortal eyes.
Personal History: Tironedel Aerdun was born in the First Age of Middle Earth, before ever the Noldor rebelled against the Valar. In fact, he was born in the mingling of the lights of the two Trees of Valinor, the son of a couple who recognized King Finwe as their lord. Tironedel was old enough, when Morgoth and Ungoliant slew the two Trees, to heed Feanor's fell words against the Valar, and to join his parents in following Feanor out of Valinor. Yet sorrow and regret struck at their family even more swiftly than at many of their fellow Noldor, for Tironedel's father was among the first of the Noldor to attempt to take the White Ships of the Teleri by force. He fell there that day, slain by his own kin as they defended their own. Tironedel and his mother, believing, like most of the Noldor, that the Teleri had provoked the conflict, were filled with anger, and hearing the pronunciation of the Doom of Mandos in the following days, the young elf was provoked to even greater fury. This fury would last for many long years after he followed King Finwe across the northern straits, having seen the distant glow of the fires when Feanor burned the White Ships of the Teleri upon the western shores of Middle Earth.
Long before the Breaking of Angband, Tironedel's fury had abated, and he turned away from warfare, feeling he head done too much harm already. Even when the siege of the Havens had been lifted by the coming of the Valar, he did not venture forth, but watched the distant lights of the battle between the Valar and their former brother, called Morgoth ("Enemy") now by the elves. Tironedel had matured greatly during the siege, and he turned his mind to healing the wounds of war.
Many centuries passed, and Tironedel wept to see so many of his kindred go away to war, and so few return. He rejoiced in the company of the men of Numenor, the descendants of the Edain whom he had befriended back before the Leagure of the North was broken. He visited, also, the dwarves, the people of Aule, whose language he attempted to learn during the dark years. He witnessed the drowning of Numenor from afar, rejoicing in the survival of the Faithful, only to mourn the passing of the Kingdom of Arnor when it was divided by the agency of Sauron, the former lieutenant of Morgoth. His sorrow was the greater, for, when the call came from the north for aid, he was abroad, and could not return in time to join the muster of the army which would break the power of Angmar, putting the Witch-King to flight.
Sauron's power waned after the drowning of Numenor, and his first attempt to regain it after the founding of the kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor saw him disastrously defeated, suing for peace. Yet, he attacked again, when all thought him cowed, and the armies of elves and men gathered one last time to repel him. Tironedel answered this call to arms, following Gil-Galad, the High King of the elves, to join Elendil, King of Arnor and Gondor. Tironedel fought beneath the High King's banner, though he did not fight in the battle before Mount Doom, when Sauron slew Gil-Galad and Elendil, and Isildur, son of Elendil, struck Sauron down in the very hour of his triumph. This he witnessed from afar, having remained to care for those wounded before the Black Gates of Mordor, and sorrow and gladness were mixed in his heart once more. This would be the last time he marched to war before the ending of the Third Age, for (as said before), he was unable to join in the war against Angmar in the north.
For uncounted years now, Tironedel has remained on the western shores of Middle Earth, never for long out of sight of the sea. He journeys between Mithlond, the Grey Havens, and the Blue Mountains, where he occasionally visits the dwarves even now. His time is spent mainly in studying, learning those parts of the history of Middle Earth which he did not know before, and awaiting one last opportunity to aid the peoples of Middle Earth before he returns across the western sea, to lay his heavy burden of sorrow to rest at the feet of the Valar.
((OOC note: Tironedel (runekeeper) and Tironnedel (guardian) are the same person ICly. The former shows him as a scholar, his primary vocation. The latter reveals something of the fighting style he developed in the First Age, before he turned from warfare to scholarship.))
| Friends | none |
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | servants of evil |
| Loves | Learning new languages; learning about the various peoples of Middle Earth |
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| Hates | Wanton destruction, betrayal, and greed. |
| Motivation | Tironedel wishes to redeem himself for the evils wrought through him back in the First Age. |
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