| Manyávëiel Meldawen Loremaster of Lindon |
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| Age: 6463 at the end of the third age. Race: Noldor (House of Gil-galad) and Sindar (House of Thingol) Heritage: Her mother Rilwen fled to Sirion from Doriath with Elwing’s people. Her father lived in Gondolin before it’s fall but afterwards joined himself to the people of Gil-galad. Both left Middle-earth in his ship when Manya was twenty-two to seek the blessed realm. Marital Status: Single Children: None Occupation: Grand Council Member at the Grey Havens, Astronomer and Historian. Skills: Plays harp; speaks and writes Quenya and Sindarin. Tracking and survival skills. Weapons: Carries bow and quiver, two daggers (one given to her by her brother, the other by Celebcúlin, Lord of Grey Havens) and short sword. Physical Description: Dark brown hair cut to shoulder length for restraint, 5 foot 9, grey-blue eyes. Medium build, thin scar along jaw line. Outfit: Travelling: dark green or black trousers stuffed into calf boots, well-made tunic with high collar, over a simple shirt. Dark cloak. Home: grey, green or red dress, traditional cut. Low or high collar depending on what mood she’s in. Mode of Transport: Her brown horse Elencala (Starlight), sometimes her only companion on especially long journeys. Enjoys: A good story, the company of good friends, music and food on the road or at home, but especially at the end of a long journey. Exploring the history of Arda, astronomy, teaching young elves. Personality: Down to earth, easygoing (some would say a bit of a pushover…), quiet. Biography: Born at the Havens of Sirion, just before the end of the First Age. Manya was youngest of two children. As a child she preferred the woods to the sea, though she often sailed in her father’s ships. Due to her aptitude for writing and grasp of language she was employed as a scribe. It was through this that she developed her interest for the history of Arda, but her love of the forests and night skies remained. Once, east of the Ered Luin, she was waylaid by orcs and would have been slain had her brother not noticed her leave and been following her. Remembering his own love of the sea, he knew he couldn’t stop her from exploring and vowed that next time she’d be able to defend herself. Calaglin taught Manya how to use the weapons he wielded. Manya’s wandering took her as far as Imladris, where she met Dolthalion, formerly of Nargothrond. He named her Meldaewen (dear shadow maiden) and they journeyed together for a year before Manya returned to Mithlond. She made many journeys throughout Eriador and came to know it thoroughly. When the Last Alliance was formed, Manya could see history in the making, and followed their march to Imladris. Dolthalion was also in the company. She was unable to keep up the pace, and having none but her own skill to defend herself, lagged far behind. After a time in Lothlorien, she managed to continue her journey as far as the Morannon. She found the desolation of Dagorlad and lost hope of finding either Dolthalion or Calaglin. Knowing she couldn’t wait for them, and not daring to enter Mordor alone, she turned aside and headed west over Anduin. In her time Manya has wandered over much of this land, sometimes settling strife between peoples. Many a traveller has found their path easier for her silent watch of enemies. She hasn’t wearied of Middle-earth yet, though many of her kin have left over the sea, and continues to find new places to explore and new histories to study.Regretting her long neglect of her home, she has only recently returned to the Grey Havens and now confines her travelling to the north of Middle-earth, though she seeks one last great journey, maybe her own place in the history she loves and knowledge of those lost to her before forsaking this land. |
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