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From Midday to Evening Theatre Aldarwen finishes reading through her papers and puts them at a side. She looks at the sky and sighs softly. Looking around, she notices Terridan and stands up to meet him, "Mae Govannen, mellon, how are you today?" Terridan smiles, nodding a greeting to Aldarwen, "Mae govannen, mellon," he sighs, stepping forward slowly, "I am well, though a bit nervous about tonight..." his voice trails off slowly, and he looks towards the stage. Aldarwen giggles a bit, "You don't have to worry at all, mellon, I know you will do an excelent performance, as you did the other day in the Dance Fest". Terridan smiles slightly, his cheeks turning a bit red, "I hope so, I didn't think that I did so well last night," he looks back towards the entrance of the theatre slowly, as if expecting someone. Aldarwen smiles once again, "I think you were more than great, mellon." She turns towards the arriving elves, and calls with sweet voice, "Mae Govannen, Mellyn! Welcome to the Bardic Fest once again!" Pointing to the Tray of Goodies she adds, "And please, help yourself some goodies before we start singing". Stepping in softly, Ithilhin nervously shuffles over to a bench and sits down. his normal, careless lope is gone, replaced by a great worryiness that is quite unnatural to him. Appearing beneath the archway of the Theatre entrance, Lendalas strolls on through. Noting the elves gathered here already, he smiles briefly and inclines his head to everyone in greeting. Making his way to an unoccupied bench, Lendalas sits down. Aldarwen is smiling broad, all herself reflecting happily the light of the winter sun, she nods to each entering elf, welcoming them to the Bardic Fest. Calelia steps gingerly through the archway. She is in her own world, very much lost in thought. Her lips move soundlessly; one can assume that she is preparing her song in her mind. Briefly looking around, she spots Ithilhin and slips in next to him. Terridan paces back and forth slowly, looking towards the stage and the entrance every now and again. As he sees Calelia enter, he smiles, and walks towards her, "Mae govannen, mellon, how are you?" Earsul steps quietly into the amphitheatre, pushing the hood of his cloak back to his shoulders as he pauses a moment to scan the crowd, searching for someone. He spots her, seated on one of the benches, and he moves over to join her, face wreathed in a smile. Calelia looks up briefly and smiles somewhat serenely. Upon closer examination, tension is apparent in her eyes. "Mae govannen, Terridan." She grabs Earsul's hand and gives it a squeeze as he sits next to her. Loria walks into the theatre quietly, so not to disturb anyone and takes a seat at a bench in the back. She smiles softly as she looks around the theatre. Sitting next to Calelia on a bench, Ithilhin's hands wring themselves as if doing so of their own accord. His lips purse, frown, then have a small smile as he alternates between fear, nervousness, and happiness. Glancing up and noticing that his friends have joined him, he smiles a moment before resuming his uncomfortableness. Aldarwen goes to the bench where she had left some notes and looks at them quickly again. She raises her head and looks at the gathered elves, nods silently to herself and puts the papers where they were. Terridan looks down to Calelia, sitting down near her, "Are you performing as well, Calelia," his voice is filled with tension, and his face also shows his anxiety. There is the faintest flash of a grin on the Aide's face as he sits with his betrothed, but then he catches her air of tension, and he returns her squeeze affectionately, laying an arm about her shoulders, nodding a greeting to the Knight and the Bachelor. Terridan nods towards Earsul slowly in greeting. He begins to absentmindedly rub his hands together, looking towards the entrance once again. Ithilhin wrings his hands, looking quite similiar to Terridan as the two remain nervous. He glances up and about, his eyes looking quite worried. Aldarwen looks around once again and smiles. She goes towards the stage and climbs up, towards the front of the stage. Aldarwen stands in the front of the stage and calls out, "Mae Govannen, mellyn, I want to welcome in name of the Glirdain to our second gathering of this Bardic Fest. This time the main event we'll be the Fest of Songs..." Loria looks toward the stage. Calelia sucks in her breath, trying to concentrate on the announcements. Bounding in through the archway, Young Aelin runs up and whispers a few words to Lendalas. Looking up quickly to Alderwen on the stage, Lendalas nods to Aelin and makes his way out through the Archway. Aelin stays. Terridan begins to take deep breaths, looking towards the stage but keeping his eyes on the entrance to the theatre. Ithilhin's eyes moving to the stage and watching Aldarwen, he doesn't seem to paying his utmost attention. Licking his lips and mouthing unhearable words, he startles somewhat at the word 'Songs', and his nervousness remains, though he is now attentive. Aldarwen grins and says, "The first performer we will hear now, is from the Order of Lorien: Knigh-Bachelor Ithilhin o Daernoss Aderthad." She looks towards him and says softly, "Ithilhin, please?" Ithilhin stands slowly, moving towards the stage with his usual stride now. Aldarwen goes to a corner of the stage and watches Ithilhin grinning wide. Ithilhin bounds up to the stage, smiling. He glances over the audience a moment before starting to sing softly, quite a gloomy song. You catch the first few words, "Beneath the stars and silver moon..." His voice seems to fade slightly, and instead he seems to be singing images, pictures of the past. The images are not happy ones. His voice calls, unbidden, the memories of orcs in the past, running freely through Middle-earth. Kingdoms falling from power. The Dark One nearly conquering all. His words make you chill. Terridan listens intently to Ithilhin's song, sitting up in his seat as the Bachelor begins to voice the images of the past. He sudders slightly at the thoughts that the images bring. Half-knowing what to expect, Earsul is less surprised by the theme of the song than perhaps some of the other audience members are, but he is no less affected by it, and his smile fades at the song's images. Suddenly, Ithilhin's words take predominance over sight once again. His voice rings out like a Herald's, as if proclaiming good news. "Gil-Galad and Elendil, in the last pact of war, united, and brought warriors to the dark kingdom's door. Orc legions strong came forth from the gate...." Foul, uncouth warriors clad in black armor seem to march fearlessly through the thoughts before being swept away by the voice. "... But were swept away from the land like the wind, scattering away to meet their cruel end." The din of battle seems to rage in your ears, and the cries die down as the once-might armies are broken and scattered. "They dethroned the Dark Lord, but in the act, met their fate." An elf a man seem to stand before a mighty castle, entirely dark. Coming forth from the gate was an evil surpassing description. As they fight, all three seem to be cast down in defeat. The tower behind is razed. Young Aelin, who has plopped himself in a chair, lights up with excitement as the words of Ithilhin's song conjure up images of the great Quendi of the Age before. Aldarwen closes her eyes and lets herself be enraptured by the images ithilhin brings. Earsul smiles at the tale of the last pact of edhel and edain, and the brighter times it brought about. Terridan sits up in his chair fully, a slight smile coming to his face as Ithilhin brings forth images of history. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to fully listen to the song. Ithilhin's voice falls into the background as he sings of pleasant times. Images of
elves roaming freely in the woods, men farming without fear of nearby foes. An age of
light, where darkness is vanquished, seems to be forming. Very gradually, the song begins
to turn dark, so gradually you do not realize it is dark until it comes to passages
similiar to the first. The same fell warriors are seen roaming the countryside. Elves are
seen wandering the woods, but now with bows in hand and wearing armor. No men are seen in
far countrysides; they have all been vanquished by raids. Men live in kingdoms always
ready for war, while elves must patrol their realms endlessly to stop the constant
onslaught. Ships of black sail to coastlands, assailing their foes and slaying many. In
woods long thought safe, evil takes shape. The Tower of Darkness is seen in the background
again, fully rebuilt. Terridan reels back slightly as if he has been physically struck as Ithilhin continues, and the smile that was there but a moment before is now gone, replaced by a slight frown. Creeping doubt seems to manifest itself in sound as Ithilhin speaks of the coming darkness, an evil on the edge of sight that is coming, slowly but surely. Evil beasts roam, while orcs multiply. The elves, caught on the wane, must protect themselves as well as they can. Unable to act against their mighty foe, the Armies of Good can only protect themselves, unwilling to unite from petty strifes in the past. A white tower, rising high above the realm of the Edain, is cast down as if it was a sapling. Everything standing for light and joy recedes, retreating from the seemingly invincable foe before them. All seems lost. Loria listens, enthralled and captivated by the song. Suddenly, the Knight-Bachelor's voice changes pitch and grows deeper, almost powerful. He speaks of sudden strikes, quick victories. The Wood, once besieged, sends forth armies against foes. The Edain stem the coming tide and turn it, their armies thundering over the lands of the Enemy. The creeping Darkness, once a tangible thing itself, is thrust aside and dissipated by the wind as rays of light shine through. Through the captivating pictures, Ithilhin's song comes through. "The future is grim, the past is dark. Whatever lies ahead, we must embark, on a Quest of protection, for all good lands. The darkness will fall, the light will shine, the unholy will wither against the divine, the evil will scatter in the wind like the sounds." Suddenly, all sights fade, and silence reigns. The only vision left before you is Knight-Bachelor Ithilhin, stepping down from the stage quickly. Terridan looks up to the stage and Ithilhin for a long while, his only movement is his eyes following the Knight-Bachelor down the steps. Stepping down somewhat quickly, Ithilhin reseats himself among his friends and lets out a deep breath of relief, as if he had been holding it the whole song. He relaxes, and his smile grows to the full, face-covering grin it usually is. Loria shivers and applauds at the same time. Aldarwen claps to Ithilhin and says softly to him as he passes by her in his way down the stage, "Excellent, mellon!" Terridan begins to applaud slowly, then a bit louder, "Well done, mellon." Earsul smiles broadly as his friend exits the stage, and he applauds along with the rest of the audience, grinning as the Bachelor seats himself once more. "Very well sung, mellon," he smiles, offering him a small glass of Lothmiir. Aelin leaps to his feet, and with a squeal of young laugher, he claps heartily for the Bachelor. Calelia smiles nervously at Ithilhin as she rises to make her way to the stage. Terridan smiles widely as he hears Aelin laugh, then looks towards Calelia, giving her a reasuring look as she approaches the stage. Aldarwen goes to the center of the stage again. For a brief moment she closes her eyes and sighs, still feeling Ithilhin's song. She then opens her eyes again and smiles, "Now, of the Glirdain of Lothlorien, Learner Calelia o Daernoss Arduril". She resumes her place at the corner of the stage as she sees Calelia approaching. Giving her hand a squeeze as she stands, Earsul leans back in his seat with a smile, awaiting her song. Ithilhin is somewhat abashed by the praise, unused to anything of the sort, and he only says softly, "Thank you, mellyn." He sighs again. Gratefully accepting the glass from Earsul, he smiles and takes a sip. Loria smiles toward the stage. Silent, mighty mellyrn listen to the words of songs, their boughs cast deep shadows on
the grass. One of the shadows suddenly shifts, wavers, and splits into two. The smaller
one actually belongs to a slender elf-maid in a simple green dress. How long was she there
before noticed by others is anybody's guess. A figure in blue silently appears and walks to the very edge of the stage. Fluidly, the figure sinks to her knees, sitting on her heels, her bare arms hang loosely at her side. Her gaze turned to the sky, an expression of reminiscing manifested on her face. Looking up at Calelia, Ithilhin smiles reassuringly and winks confidently to the Learner before relaxing and waiting for the song to begin. Calelia closes her eyes and waits a moment for the ethereal mood she is creating to take effect. Tuonoorwen folds her hands on her chest and half-closes her eyes, awaiting the song. Terridan looks towards Calelia, his face showing curiousity as he waits for his friend to begin her song. Slowly rising to a full kneeling position, as if growing, Calelia lifts her body as her voice melts into the scene. A quiet whisper sings:
Raising her arms slowly over her head, in contiunation of her body rising she continues, her voice ever rising:
Terridan listens to Calelia intently, a slight smile forming on his face as she sings. He leans towards Earsul, and gives him a pat on the shoulder, though he says nothing as to not interrupt Calelia. Aelin sits very quietly as he listens to the beautiful song, very unlike himself. The Aide smiles as the song continues, seeming much more at ease with its theme than he was with the Bachelor's. Turning, a little startled, he smiles to Terridan, and then returns his gaze to his fiance. Ithilhin smiles, listening enraptured to Calelia's voice. He nudges Earsul with an even brighter smile and a nod before giving his full attention to Calelia again. Slowly bringing herself to her feet, she walks trancelike, arms uplifted towards the right edge of the stage:
Her arms snap down to her side and she stomps on the first two words, her demeanor gradually softening again:
Ithilhin's head sways slightly from side to side with the melody as he smiles faintly. Listening to the words, he is seemingly taken in entirely by the song. Wrapping her arms around her body, cacoon like, and then exploding as if from bondage, she concludes:
Terridan leans back into his chair, listening to Calelia's song calmly. He smiles slightly, immersing himself in the song. Calelia soundlessly leaves the stage, without so much as a glance to the audience. Loria applauds. Terridan begins to applaud softly, smiling widely as he does, "Excellent, mellon, truly wonderful." Aldarwen smiles broadly as Calelia finishes, and says, "That was breath-taking, mellon". Aelin applauds, his face all smiles and his eyes alight. Ithilhin applauds suddenly and very noisily. Stopping gradually, he then smiles. "That was marvelous, Calelia, truly." He makes room for her to sit next to Earsul on the bench again. Miriamele enters the theatre quickly, looking about the area for someone in particular. As she spots Terridan, she quickly makes her way to him, embracing him as she does. Earsul applauds with the crowd, standing to meet her as she exits the stage. Enveloping her in an embrace, he says softly, "That was ..., .... ... ...," he smiles. Miriamele is dressed similar to Terridan, save that instead of a tunic and leggings, she wears a long white dress in their stead. Calelia blushes and hugs Earsul. Terridan looks down to Miriamele, smiling to her softly, "Are you ready, love?" he meets her eyes, awaiting her response. His face holds a wide smile, as if he does not care what her response is. Miriamele looks up to Terridan, smiling slightly, seeming a bit nervous, "Aye, my love, I am ready," with that they begin to climb the steps of the stage, holding each other arm and arm. Aldarwen goes to the center of the stage once again and says, "We will now hear a duet, mellyn," she looks towards Miriamele and Terridan and smiles, "Craftmaster of the Gwaith-I-Thein of Lothlorien, Miriamele o Daernoss Arduril and of the Order, Knight Terridan o Daernoss Dinlom". Before going to the corner again, Aldarwen says softly, almost blushing, "The pair has asked me to play the music for them". She then goes to her place and takes out her harp. Moving towards either end of the stage, Terridan and Miriamele keep their eyes on each other for several moments, then Miriamele looks to Aldarwen, smiling softly. She nods towards Aldarwen, signaling that they are ready. Tarinalas slips into the back of the crowd, trying his best to disrupt the festival as little as possible as he enters. A silent nod to those he knows is his only greeting, before stopping to listen. Entering through the Archway, Lendalas smiles to the pair behind him and steps to the side to allow them entrance to the Theatre area. In hushed tones, he says to Kyriana and Tarinalas, "There are but a few more singers left, but you may sit down at a bench and enjoy them." Aldarwen sees Miriamele's signal and starts moving her long fingers through the strings of the harp, the melody is slow, but there's some sign of joy in the sounds that come out from the instrument. Aldarwen's fingers move freely through the harp, in their own slow dance. Following Lendalas and Tarinalas as they enter through the archway, Kyriana nods slowly at the Herald's words. Slipping through the crowd, the yound maiden sits at a bench in the back, smiling slightly as the she turns to listen to the singers. Terridan and Miriamele stand on either ends of the stage, facing away from each other. Then, after several moments, the music appears to reach them, and Miriamele begins to sing softly, though her voice carrys throught the theatre with ease. As she sings, she slowly turns towards Terridan,
Aldarwen goes on playing, the melody growing with the voices, going slowly up and down. Peaceful and heart-filling, the music accompanies them as they keep singing. Terridan suddenly joins Miriamele in song, his voice lifting to the tall mallyrn that surround them. As he sings, he too begins to turn towards her, his eyes bright with happiness. The two begin to sing together, their voices matching each other flawlessly,
Aldarwen keeps playing, a wide smile drawn in her lips, as the song grows sweet and joyful. As the two finally turn, fully facing each other, they slowly begin to walk forward towards one another. Their eyes meet, and they seem to close out all around them, focusing only on each other. Miriamele breaks off from singing, allowing Terridan to continue alone,
Ithilhin listens to the song with a faint smile. When he glances outside, however, and sees the slanting rays of the sun, he realizes he has to depart. Standing slowly, he makes his way to the archway. He tries to remain unobtrusive as he exits. Miriamele softly begins to sing again, joining Terridan in the song. They steadily move towards each other, closing the distance between them slowly. Their voices rise slightly, once again filling the theatre with the melody of their voices, their eyes still locked,
Shifting in his seat, Lendalas listens to the love song unfold itself among the gathered elves. With a soft sigh, he hears the emotion in the song itself as it graces his ears. Enjoying the music, Lendalas closes his eyes and leans back in his seat. The two continue to sing together now, and they both lift their arms towards one another, still steadily closing the distance between them, their voices peak as one, and the song seems to reach every corner of the threatre. The two now stand but a few feet from each other now, and close the final distance as they continue to sing,
As the last few words are sung, the two grow steadily quiet, and as they do, they slowly embrace one another. They hold each other for what appears to be forever, then slowly kiss lovingly. Aldarwen goes on playing, smiling at the pair as the sing so sincerily. The music goes on for a bit as the pair finishes singing, accompaning their kiss, and then it softly fades away. Loria sighs softly and applauds the duo. As the song ends, Lendalas opens his eyes and lets the silence hang for a long beat, not wanting to break what spell that has been sung. But, as the applause picks up, he lifts his hands and claps as loud as anyone. Calelia claps and grins. Earsul smiles broadly as the song concludes, and he swiftly joins in the applause. Ainael enters the archway calmly, smiling pleasantly. Terridan and Miriamele look at each other for a long while, smiling widely to each other, they then begin to decend the steps slowly, still locked, though now arm in arm. Having walked through the archway and into the theatre with the sound of clapping ringing through his ears, Rumil stops and gazes toward the stage. Frowning at evidently missing a wondrous performance, the guard decides to seek out refreshment. Terridan and Miriamele sit down next to each other, sitting close to Earsul and Calelia. Cheering with the rest of crowd and applause, Lendalas gazes up towards the stage again to spy out Alderwen. Quieting down now, he waits to see who the next singer (or pair of singers) will be. Seeing a break in the music, Lendalas rises and waves Aelin over his side. After sharing a several whispers, he quickly makes his way out of the Theatre area and towards the Royal Halls of Galadriel. Aldarwen goes towards the centre of the stage once again, still holding the harp in her hands, she giggles for a second and then says with her usual sweet voice, "I will now sing myself, representing the Glirdain of Lothlorien". Ainael applaudes for Aldarwen. Terridan looks towards the stage, smiling widely. He gently wraps an arm around Miriamele, and kisses her softly on the cheek. After taking the first cup of tea within his grasp, Rumil begins to peer upon a silver tray of goodies and a murmured "Ah!" is faintly heard as the guard reaches out to sample one of Lady Galadriel's cookies, which seem to be in short supply in comparison to the other desserts nearby. Aldarwen's fingers start moving around the harp smothly once again, filling the place with peace and stillness. Her eyes are closed and she's deeply concentrated in her playing. You have the sensation you are arriving to an old place, where time hasn't been able to touch its privacy, you can feel there's an old forest around you and with each note you hear the breeze making leaves quiver and rustle. Aldarwen breathes deeply in a kind of sigh and starts murmuring some light sounds, then begins to sing softly and windly, going in a tiny crescendo.
Terridan listens to Aldarwen intently, his hand intertwining with Miriamele's. She leans into him gently, and they both listen to the song unfold. Aldarwen goes on singing, her voice sweetly filling the place as her fingers play around the harp strings.
Earsul smiles as the song continues, as it conjures up memories of his own encounters with the Onodrim. The Bard stops singing but continues to mutter some sweet sounds that mix with the harp notes and create the sensation of a smooth waterfall. She continues playing with her fingertips through the cords and everything seems to be surrounded by water. She breathes deeply and begins the following verse with a smile.
The cookie that presents such a fragrant smell is held at Rumil's mouth-level for several stanzas of the song, such as the captivating lyrics take the guard's interest away from the dessert. Ainael feels his spirit move within him as he listens, raptured by the heavenly voice of Aldarwen. Terridan and Miriamele both listen to the song, though Terridan has a look of knowing on his face.
Luithil enters in joyful mood and sits down and makes sure not to interrupt Aldarwen smiles wide, as she sings the last stanza with clear, full of happiness, voice.
From the beautiful green and white instrument, music continues growing, after the maiden finishes the song and those sounds illustrate nature making its way through time, with an overwhelming quantity of notes, that gets you near to shuddering. Then it starts to fade slowly and you are filled completely with peace, and some (if possible) new love for nature is growing in your heart. Terridan listens to Aldarwen finish the song, his eyes closed. As the music slowly fades, he opens his eyes, and looks over to Miriamele, kissing her gently on the cheek. The cookie held at mouth's level by Rumil is unconsciousily dropped to the floor as the guard heartily claps at the conclusion of Aldarwen's song, adding a few short, high-pitched whistles as well. Only after doing so, does Rumil begin wondering what's happened to his snack ... Ainael smiles, a tear in his eye, and claps with fervor for the beautiful song. Kathalis walks quielty into the theater, cowl pulled over his head to hid his features, walking in a slow gate glancing around quietly he makes his way to the back... Luithil listens as the song ends and his heart is filled with the warmest feeling he has felt in a long time. He smiles and claps. Terridan and Miriamele begin to applaud Aldarwen's song, smiling widely as they do. Aldarwen bows her head for those clapping and softly says, "Thank you, mellyn". Loria notices the new arrival and nods toward him. Ainael slips quietly out the archway. Luithil nods at Kathalis. Terridan turns towards Kathalis, smiling widely to his friend, he motions him over towards himself and Miriamele. Still in the center of the stage, Aldarwen says, "Now, also form the Glirdain of Lothlorien, Elariel o Daernoss Arduril". She nods to the elf that is at the foot of the stage and smiles to her. Elariel climbs up the stage and goes to the center, where Aldarwen had been standing. She's dressed in a gown of pure white and a large red flower gleams from above her long blonde hair. Taking in a deep breath, the maiden starts singing softly. Her voice shows a glint of sadness, but her eyes shine with light as she pronounces the verses.
Elariel bites her lips at that last word, and closes her eyes for a second. She then goes on singing, the melody reflecting emptyness.
Terridan listens to Elariel calmly, unconsciously pulling Miriamele closer to him as the song continues. A slight glimmer can be seen in his eye, and he wipes it away quickly. Kathalis stands slowly making his way across the back of the theater and up to the edge of the stage.. Elariel smiles as she raises her hands open, almost up to the level of her shoulders and sings the last lines with strength.
Elariel bows her head to the audience and goes quickly down the stairs, purple red may be noticed on her face as she mixes into the crowd. Terridan applauds softly for Elariel, his face smiling widely as he does. Miriamele does likewise, laughing musically as she does. Loria applauds and smiles. Luithil smiles widely and applauds. Aldarwen goes to the center of the stage and calls out once again, "Now, form the Order of Lothlorien, Knight-Corporal Kathalis o Daernoss Raavindonserke" She smiles towards Kathalis as she announces him, and then resumes her corner place. Kathalis climbs up onto the stage, his face still covered by his cowl, reaching into his pouch retrieving a small wooden box. Terridan and Miriamele watch Kathalis climb the steps, Terridan has a wide smile on his face, and he gives his friend a reassuring look as he retrives the wooden box. Kathalis sighs softly glancing out across the crowd slowly opening the box and retrieving his flute, taking a deep breath he slowly begins to lift the flute and prepare to play... Kathalis quickly launches into song with a quick merry tune, the notes seeming to magicly combine and entertwine to sound an the summers breeze blowing threw the tops of the trees and yet sound as the babbling brook flowing gently over the falls... Kathalis fingers seem to dance magically across his flute as his plays, is cowl falling back off his head, his eyes tightly closed as he plays, his song pace slowing slowly.... Kathalis plays on, his song lowers a bit more yet the tones seem swirl together sounding as the fall of a fresh winters snow. Terridan listens to Kathalis play, his eyes closed as he does. Miriamele leans into Terridan softly, smiling widely as Kathalis continues to play. Quiet suddenly, Kathalis song lifts again climbing higher and higher and higer, he finishes of with a high trilling note.. Aldarwen bows her head to Kathalis as he finishes the song, and smiles wide as she heads for the center of the stage one last time, "Alright, mellyn, our Fest today is finished, but we still have many beautiful things to see, I hope we see each other again one of this days". Terridan applauds Kathalis' playing, and Miriamele joins him as well. Terridan calls out to Kathalis, "Well done, mellon," and he and Miriamele both smile widely to Kathalis, then stand as Aldarwen speaks. Aldarwen comes down from the stage with a tired expression on her face, and sits on one of the benches, eyes closed and hands resting on her lap.
Aldarwen Terridan Ithilhin A member of the Gweth Tarn in the Order, he is often found training, practicing stealth, tactics, and marksmanship. Though gaining proficiency with his longbow and the methods of war favored by the Order, he has seen little real combat. Due to this, his mood is far lighter than his various superiors. Able to go from merriment to solemnity in moments, he takes his patrolling of the border and his training dead serious. Knight-Bachelor Ithilhin is a merry elf, friendly, willing to have fun or take on duties as the times require. A loyal soldier and a trustworthy friend, he would doubtlessly listen if you want someone to talk to. Lendalas Calelia Long auburn hair frames her pale skinned but beautiful face, and it runs from there down to her waist, with flowers of the Golden Wood scattered in it here and there. Across her forehead rests a charm in the shape of a Nimrodel flower surrounded by three diamonds, the symbol of her house, Arduril. Her usual green dress has been replaced by a sky blue dress of many thin layers creating the texture of fragile butterfly wings or flower petals...Her appearance is reminiscent of blowing wind or comforting chaos, ethereal. Earsul Loria Tuonoorwen Tarinalas Kyriana Ainael Rumil Luithil Kathalis |
