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Idhrondir
Idhrondir Athelind
| Name | Idhrondir |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Travelling naturalist, scholar, and healer. |
| Age | Old. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Wanderer. |
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| Outward Appearance | Idhrondir Healing-song stands quite tall and proud alongside Men with his high cheekbones, low-knitted brows, thin lips, and strong nose, chin, and jaw, though his beauty and stance are betrayed by the occasional slouch and features noticeably careworn. This vague weariness would in turn would be betrayed by the keenness of his dark-green eyes -- sullen though they may be -- gloaming-bright and calm but always observing, suggesting a learned and lofty elf.
His grooming and garb suggest a similar dichotomy with well-combed hair of waving electrum, pulled loosely back to the nape of his neck with some few wisps flying freely disshevelled. He wears modest but finely-made and simply-ornamented robes, worn by travel and toil but kept well-mended and reasonably clean -- though never regaining their original luster. A similarly well-worn pack lies slung over his shoulder, meager but noticeably packed full and tight with some manner of supplies. A thin, leather-bound notebook is conspicuously tucked into the front of his belt, alongside a series of variously-sized pouches slung from it at the hip.
When in lands occupied predominantly by Men, he tends to keep his ears tucked into his hair to keep himself slightly less conspicuous, or at least more approachable. With other races, he's far less secretive about himself. |
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Background
(WIP) Idhrondir Athelind was born in Nargothrond only a few scant years before its sacking in the First Era. His parents were among those who heeded Ulmo's counsel against open war with Morgoth and so were disheartened by their city's increasingly bold actions against him. In time, his parents bore him eastward with small contingent of warriors and other Noldorin refugees -- fleeing only weeks before the dragon Glaurung and its army of orcs laid siege. His father perished in a skirmish with Morgoth's scouts, but the group eventually reached Ossiriand and rested there.
In those days, some few Laiquendi elves still lingered in Ossiriand, but much preferred a secretive life -- they hid from the Noldorin interlopers, watching and waiting. After some time the Laiquendi took pity on the refugees, recalling the warmth of Nargothrond's former King, Finrod Felagund, and realizing that the group was only fleeing Morgoth's armies and had not led them there in their desperate escape. Though both groups were initially wary of one another, an agreement was struck and the two groups lived largely as brothers, even exchanging some of their secrets.
Though of Noldorin descent, Idhrondir was still young and malleable and found a certain affinity for the Laiquendi, who despite their initial hesitation had showed great warmth to their long-lost kin. As a result of their generosity and understanding, his interests eventually not only encompassed his Noldorin propensity for word and craft, but for a deeper study of nature. His gift with written and spoken word, along with his contemplation of star, storm, and stream aided him down the path of the rune-lore, while root, herb, and flower taught him the delicate art of healing.
In time, the Laiquendi and their Noldorin charge scattered -- some melding once more with the forest while others drifted towards Lindon, Imladris, Mirkwood, or Lothlorien, with yet others (such as Idhrondir's mother) sailing West. These days, Idhrondir has taken to wandering -- desiring far more to aid those he can than to drown his sorrows in the Uttermost West. He typically relegates himself to the scholarly arts, often offering his healing talents in times of great need though he will defend if need be.
| Friends | The Free Peoples of Middle Earth. |
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| Relatives | None. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None, though he actively works against the servants of the Enemy. |
| Loves | Wild places, streams and rivers, birds, song, travel. |
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| Hates | Rash action; the wanton sullying of Nature; crowds. |
| Motivation | Healing; the study of Nature, History and Word; following (at least in part) King Finrod Felagund's ancient example; fighting the Enemy in ways other than open war. |
| Quotes | "Sharing one's warmth and kindness is a balm irreplacable by harder and harsher word and deed. Walk, speak and act with gentleness, and much of life is made that much brighter." |
