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Lancril
Lancril Mornesgar
| Name | Lancril |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer (that is, none) |
| Age | Pretty old, but not the oldest. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | This elf is average height, and average width (for an elf). He seems to be high in his youth, but there his looks do deceive. His hair is orange-gold, and relatively long. In his hair one will often find leaves of autumn, tied in with a soft rope-like cloth. His face is fair to look upon, often with a kind smile and he shows no sign of malevolence. The garments of this elf rarely change. Most often one will find him in a green robe, with many different shades of green that make up some sort of pattern. beneath the green robe would be a blue robe, on which there is a purple belt. On this belt there may be a bag or two, but if there was it would be concealed by the green robe. He never carries any weapons. |
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Background
Lancril Mornesgar, a Silvan elf. He was born near the end of the First Age, when Morgoth was at his height. He only vaguely remembers the War of Wrath, and he remembers nothing before it. At that time he lived in Greenwood the Great, now called Mirkwood. There Lancril became a guard under the new (Sindar) King Oropher, and he saw combat in the War of the Last Alliance. After Oropher perished, Lancril briefly became Captain of the Guard under Thranduil, but after a very short time of a hundred years or so he lost passion in his work and he resolved to pass westward.
Although, here he is, only a bit less than 3,000 years later. Lancril tarries, for he does not yet wish to leave Middle-earth. He still finds joy in all of the flora and fauna, and he finds joy in Middle-earth's people. He enjoys conversations with Men, he finds hobbits quite interesting, and he doesn't even hold anything against dwarves. It may be that Lancril will one day leave Middle-earth, but this is not the day, nor will tomorrow likely be.
| Friends | He generally proves to be his own greatest friend. |
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | Enemies are pointless, really, what good does having an enemy do for you? |
| Loves | Nature, solitude, the color green, wine |
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| Hates | Industry, darkness (specifically that which has crept over Mirkwood), spiders |
| Motivation | To eventually pass into the West |
| Quotes | "I often find conversation with the younger races to be quite... refreshing." |
