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Faewenil
Faewenil Whitebird "Lamaeneth" Gladhedis
| Name | Faewenil |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scribe |
| Age | Young by Elven Standards (approx. 700-800 years old) |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Lindon |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A tall elf, the one called Whitebird is, standing at 6'1 feet (186cm), with chestnut brown hair that falls in trellises down her shoulders, oft adorned in white jewels or tied back in a bun as the occasion demands. Her blue eyes are sharp and inquisitive, the type to observe her surroundings in a curious manner, as if she was genuinely fascinated by the smallest details within the environment. The maiden carries herself in a graceful manner, said to be one of sharp wit and a charismatic bearing, but even with her tranquil nature, a closer look reveals the flames of a soft-spoken, passionate heart. |
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Background
Faewenil (S): Sindarin for Whitebird. Ataressë.
Whitebird (W): Westron translation of Faewenil.
Lamaeneth (S): Clever-tongued One. Cilmessë.
Gladhedis (S): Laugher. An Epessë earned from the denizens of Imladris, and she is oft referred to by this name instead of her Ataressë when visiting the Vale.
Whitebird
Skytraveller, Skytraveller,
Where hither dost thou go?
Stand tall and spread thy wings,
Scatter the seeds of growth thou shallt sow,
Quickwing, Quickwing,
Raise thy eyes to the night,
Follow the Mariner's guidance,
Let the air cleanse you as you take flight,
Whitebird, Whitebird,
With thy everlasting laugh,
Ascend in a storm of feathers,
Find the whole in the path you tread half,
- 'Whitebird', a poem written by "The Songweaver".
As a young Elleth born under the leaves of Imladris, Faewenil has always paid more attention to the lighter side of life in Middle-Earth and taught herself not to wallow in disappointment and sorrow. Claiming to be a whimsical, aimless seeker of her own path, she has come to her mother's native home of Lindon and immersed herself in it's libraries and archives.
Oft as quick to laugh as she is to use dry wit, Faewenil is mostly found within the confines of Duillond, clutching dozens of scrolls and books as well as an old, weather-beaten tome that she refers to as the Tales of the Songweaver and the Scribe.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Sister: Gliril, as she is known in Imladris. Her Ataressë, however, is spelled as Glárasseth, or Whitedeer in the Common tongue. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None that she knows of. |
| Loves | Wine and all things fair and beautiful, learning new things, Swans and the chirping of birds, nature and the sea, pleasant company and witty banter |
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| Hates | All things black and foul that threaten the safety of Middle-Earth, most especially the accursed Yrch and their corrupted master, Spoiled food, wasted opportunities, needless suffering, foolish behaviour |
| Motivation | To find her true calling and forge her own path upon Middle-Earth. Lately she seems to be motivated by a desire to lend a willing hand in keeping Mithlond safe. |
| Quotes | "A gift it is. A gift it always will be. A gift that most will be blind to see, but it is the gift of choice." - Faewenil on the Doom of Men |
Faewenil's Adventures
| Márë Olori | 11 years 7 months ago |
| The Badger and the Mole | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Whitebird | 11 years 7 months ago |
