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| A description: An elleth of slight build stands before you, appearing to be slightly above 6 feet of height, looking straight in posture as well as bearing. Her long lashes, accompanied by dark brows, contrast against her flawless ivory skin. Large, depthless eyes of deep green flecked by traces of gold, hold memories of times long past. Startling waves of crimson hair glow and shine so softly they seem of something heavenly, are gathered loosely into a neat braid by a silver ribbon. Her rose touched lips are usually found set in a soft smile. Ruinwen is clothed simply in a shift of white, favouring the practical over the fanciful. Her robes are a crisp white, with long, plain sleeves giving enough room for elbow play, but narrow enough to not be a nuisance. A chain of leaves is embroidered about the hem, which lingers above light shoes the colour of chestnuts that adorn her feet. Above the shift a verdant tunic is worn, with a simple girdle of silver about her waist. A single jewel resides upon her breast, a curious one, for it is a mysterious opalescent colour of scarlet. A history: Under the leafy boughs of the Greenwood upon the year 1218 TA, Ruinwen, first child of Ruin and Goerwen was born. Being of the Nandor, Ruin and Goerwen were born in Amon Thranduil. Peacefully, they lived in Thranduil's kingdom for sixty years, yet as a shadow loomed over the Greenwood, they left for the haven of Imladris. There she lived happily, her talents in the lyre, lute, harp blossoming. Not long after, Ruin and Goerwen bore a son, Gweth. Yet their choices separated them, for Ruinwen loved song and dance, while Gweth became a lover of tracking. At the age of 1174, Ruinwen was lucky enough to see the birth of another brother, Baraceleb. An edhel of firey hair he was, naming him firey silver, after his love of silver. He grew quickly, under the loving care of his family, growing close to Ruinwen. Together, they always were, Ruinwen teaching her brother all she knew, including her trade as a musician. This brought to him a great talent in playing the fiddle, and often they were seen merry-making. Yet as time passed on, the restrictiveness of Imladris, and the desire to return to her homeland brought them apart, as Ruinwen and her parents left for Amon Thranduil. A bitter parting took place, and many tears were shed between Ruinwen and Baraceleb. Little to no news was passed, for the journey from Mirkwood to Imladris was long, and as the shadow grew, perilous. Now, many years later, leaving her abode in Mirkwood, Ruinwen returns to Imladris with gifts, news, and a lover, Aethalian. Aethalian: . . : Description : . . The most striking thing about this edhel's appearance is his height, which is several inches over six feet. The next thing to attract attention is his hair, which is of a dark brown color, and falls down upon his shoulders, or would, had they not been bound tightly at the nape of his neck. The complexion, instead of being a rosy hue, resembles a moonlike colour. His eyes are blue, or a light gray, and instead of being 'dreamy', as some of his admirers have imagined them to be, they are bright and quick. Instead of having a small delicate hand, only fit to caress a lily, his fingers are long and when doubled up would form a fist that would hit a hard knock, should an occasion arise for the owner to descend to that kind of argument. His attire is hidden under a heavy verdant cloak, that drapes from his shoulders to boot covered feet. A large pack hoisted upon his back, are the few belongings Aethalion, and his dear Ruinwen have packed for their journey. . . : History/Persona : . . In the Greenwood, scant years before the shadow crept in, Aethalion, son of Olorim and Duilinno was born. The younger brother of the beautiful Ailwing, Aethalion, unlike the rest of his family, was rather shy and reclusive in his youth. As the ages passed him by, he grew more comfortable around others, but to hear him speak at great lengths is rare. Well known in his homeland for his love of silence and tranquility, how Aethalion and Ruinwen met and became lovers, is filled with mystery. A mystery that only their parents know the answers of. An artist Aethalion is, yet his medium is neither song, nor paint. It is rather in the culinary arts, and art that brings him a fierce joy. (Perhaps a clue in Ruinwen's love?) As the shadow grew larger and larger, Olorim and Duilinno felt the weariness of residing in the lands of Middle-Earth and decided to finally finish the long journey, and see the lands over the sea. Unable to part, Ailwing followed her parents, after a sorrowful farewell to her brother. Yet, word is that she tarried, unable to cross the seas, and lives in the Grey Havens awaiting Aethalion's arrival. For a long time after their departure, Aethalion lay in sorrow, and spoke no word to any, not even to Ruinwen. Over time, the sorrow still remains, though through love the pain has faded. Treasuring Ruinwen and his skill in the cuilinary arts over all, Aethalion has decided to follow his love to Imladris, where her siblings abide. |
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| BELERIAND |
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| + me + my blatherings |
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| + Qinuviel - logs - Lorien Website + Ruinwen - logs - Imladris Website + Elendor Website + Connect |
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| + Itariel - logs - Doriath Website + Menelluin - logs - Gondolin Website + Beleriand Website + Connect |
| RUINWEN |
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