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[b:e25344676e]"Northwoods"[/b:e25344676e]

Little is known of the man called "Northwoods."  He appears to have good relations with the elves, who refer to him as "Fornadan."  What his given name might be is unknown.  Some with suspicious minds speculate that he may be  one of the so-called "Rangers," but this is almost certainly not true.  His appearance and speech would place his origin in the Dale-Lands, and while he has occasionaly been seen consorting with these Rangers, he's clearly not one of their order.  But yet, and astute observer might notice he's not the simple traveler he appears, either.  A skilled hunter, and an affable character, there's always a hint of something not said with him, even in times of great joviality: a sadness, as though he's suffered a great loss, or perhaps in anticipation of losses to come.

Since his arrival, he's become a friend to the Hobbits, familiar with tales of Bilbo's legend from the Battle of the Five Armies (though he's careful enough not to speak openly of such tales to all, as Hobbits in general frown upon such "adventures").  When visiting The Shire, he can often be found hunting in the Bindbole Woods, tilling the soil, or enjoying a pipe and pint at The Ivy Bush in Hobbiton.

His purpose, if he has one, for being in these lands is unclear. Is he a simple traveler, running from some great hurt, or is there something else which drives him onward?
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Oleo Woodbuck[/b:e25344676e]

Oleo was raised on tales of the Old Forest.  His family has always had a hunting tradition within the forest, and therein Oleo learned the ways of the bow.  Oleo is an avid cook and gardener as well, and can stitch up a shirt when the need arises.  He's a playful Hobbit, enjoying the pastoral life, but is becoming increasingly concerned at the strange happenings in the forest he's known so well since he was a child.  Oleo hails from Buckland.


[b:e25344676e]Athis Draugoloch, and Ithis Vael[/b:e25344676e]  are half brothers.
Their father's name is[b:e25344676e] Vaeliros Draugoloch.[/b:e25344676e]
Athis was raised in Rivendell, as a soldier, he is  quiet, and abit reserved in some things.
Ithis, was raised in Mirkwood, and is a lighthearted elf,  with very few worries.
These two though  not, for most of their life,  lived near each other,  grew in directions of near opposition, in their personalities.
One thing they did learn, was he ways of the Weald, from their father.
Vael always said that if Ithis put his mind to it, he could become a great and  learned Lore-Master,  but, he also said, Ithis only put his heart out, and with that, can only be the entertainer.
The Name "Draugoloch" is a name of the men.   A title given to Vael  long ago by the people Dale. Dragon's Lake is its meaning, and back then, in those days, it was said, Vael knew much lore of drakes and dragons. Vael's work took him traveling, and his sons  needed homes.

To Rivendell Athis would go,  trained by  he finest of champions, taught in  the ways of wisdom.  And by a waterfall, he saw her, her golden hair fell to her hips,  in length, and danced rainbows of light around her,  Bellira, was this elfmaiden's name.

Ithis, to Mirkwood, where he met Simoom the light in his eyes, who would one day travel to the Shire, to aid a halfling, for a promise made.

[b:e25344676e]Balifor Kheledras[/b:e25344676e] is a dwarf from the Grey Mountains,   he has spent many a year traveling  and selling his wares of  armor, pots, pans, and  tools to various places, reaching the Shire, he met the Stinkyfoot family of hobbits and became great friends, he was asked to be godfather to Arabella when she was born, and when she moved in with her  auntie and uncle in Hobbiton, Balifor decided it was a good idea to watch over her and make sure this auntie and uncle treated her right.
Balifor thinks often of his wife back in the Grey Mountains.  A dwarven lass named Cherrie, to where his heart stays.
Balifor's father Balimbor, and his Brother Dwalifor has recently found their ways into the Lands of the Wee folk as well.
Balimbor, a long beard, is a practitioner of stone magicks, and ways of the old.  Crafting rings and things of unusual powers.
Dwalifor, is at best, an adolescent in mind.  He enjoys brawls in taverns, and sneaking out of the furnaces of the mountains,  to play music. Dwalifor is 'sweet' on Bolynda, Bohunk's daughter.
Balifor and Dwalifor's mother has long passed on, however their kindly old 'fodder' had taken a shine to the Sweet dwarf lady Elsaa.

[b:e25344676e]Ghetteran[/b:e25344676e]
Ghetteran is a man from the Dales.
No great warrior,  Never anything special.  " Just an Archer"  that is what  he is, and how he thinks of himself.
Where was Ghetteran influenced?
Ghetteran met his mentor,  an aged  Historian, and Loremaster, named Fu Zhuo,  Fu was wise, and happy, and taught, not the woodslore Ghetteran would some day learn, but, of nature, of things within the woods,  things  to be revered, to be  loved, and to be respected or feared. In Time,  Fu Zhuo and later, Vaeliros Draugoloch, influenced  Ghetteran in the ways of the Weald.
Ghetteran knew only one other,  that could learn and lead these teachings,  and that was the Lady Fevorah. In past this Captain lead many a battle, but now, with the teachings of the two old fellows Ghetteran learned from,  she would become the Leader of a band of Warders,  these Warders would  protect the Wealds of Middle Earth.
She leads the Weald, and Ghetteran's Heart.

[b:e25344676e]The Joels and the Leadfoots Families[/b:e25344676e]

Myrti and Jhonnim Joel had two sons,  Hoppa and Debblin
Debblin was  just born, when he and Hoppa went to live with  their grandfather ( or gaffer )  Tobblin Leadfoot,  whom was already looking after their cousin, Hopwise Leadfoot.
Both Hoppa and Hopwise, were named after their great great Gaffer, Hoppalwise Woodfoot, ( whom lost his foot due to a bears attack, and later  took the surname Leadfoot due to hit slowness in farming.   Tobblin Leadfoot, became mentor  to the three , Hoppa Hopwise and Debblin,  teaching them various  skills and trades,  but mainly, he had them do allot of chores and things he didn't care to do anymore.
The Legend of the Swamp-witch of Rushock Bog, was a tale  ol gaffer Tobblin told Hoppa  and Debblin the story told of a powerful elvish maiden, that roamed the swamps tending to the lands, wood, and metal, earth and water the air and rains were all at her command.  In the tale,  Tobblin told them of a promise the  elvish maiden made to his daughter Myrti,  that if anything should ever happen to both  Jhonnim or her,  the lady Simoom would come to  find and care for  Hoppa and Debblin.
No one ever knew what became of Myrti or Jhonnim,  Hoppa always made up his own tales, to comfort himself.  Some times they were  taken by pirates, and some times they were the pirates,  some times, the stories were inventive and some times short and  to the point.   "gone"  but, not forgotten.
Simoom arrived in Brockenborings, and sought out ol' Tobblin and old hobbit welcomed  the  coin she offered to help with the lads,  she brought them gifts.  She told them tales, and became the 'mum'  they'd lost.
Time passing, Hoppa met Arabella, and fell in love with her.    However,  the past  of both family, and allies, as well as things he has done in youth, caught up with him.  Arabella's auntie and uncle, and even Balifor her  godfather,  watch Hoppa with a wary eye in case the lad slip up and do something criminal!

( in the story I told, about  Jhonnim and Myrti tonight,  in the Ivy Bush Inn,    I of course,  just relayed a RL story of my own parents, John and Myrtle  in the story,  Mytri's last name was  Hattifoot because I forgot I had already 'historied' her as Tobblin's daughter here  so as an 'amend'   to that, and a fixing of this  history, I'll say that back then, in Gamwich, South Farthing,
Tobblin's own gaffer on his mother's side, was called Tebblish Hattifoot, until the incident that caused them to move away.*grins*
The Woodfoot side of Tobblin's background later became Leadfoot, but I'll tell that at another time and why he took on the surname of Leadfoot, when they moved to  North Farthing and Brockenborings!   Cantic Leadfoot ( Tobblins father ) Genwick Leadfoot, (Tobblin's uncle) and Hoppalwise Woodfoot Tobblin's own Gaffer, are just a few names to be noted. Hmm..  ofcourse all this could just be Hoppa's ramblings too. Hoppalwise Woodfoot,  whom was crafted a lead foot after loosing the wooden foot in the Brandywine river, was where the name Leadfoot came about?
[b:e25344676e]Cinnimon and Honeybun[/b:e25344676e] twin daughters of Arabella and Hoppa Joel. They have the skills of the Minstrel from their Mum Ara...the love of mischief from their Dad Hoppa.
Loving them both dearly...they are their daughters...
So,watch out world.

[b:e25344676e]Keloric and Oloric Mallows [/b:e25344676e]
Keloric says about his relatives:
[i:e25344676e]" Mum always said we was a distant relation to the Joels because she is an Addyrcap-Mallows.
"Sure the Addyrcaps are my kin on Mum's side, she is the daughter of Delbert Addyrcap,  and sure the Joels are kin to the Addyrcaps by marriage, as Fromlo Thallow-Joel From South-farthing married Delici Addyrcap daughter of Felwilins Addyrcap,  but how does that make me kin with them?
Okay I mean sorta, Right?
But I may as well be considered kin to an Angler, since my Cousin Toddish Thallows married Jenna Angler... And ya know... I am not sure I want the association with the Anglers!
Waying  crimes versus mischief, I suppose being related to the Joels is the better side of the coin.
A distance  in relation to Hoppa is always best, I feel sorry for his Gaffer Tobblin I do!  Oh and also his dear wife Arabella!
What a scoundrel that Hoppa is... well okay maybe not a scoundrel, but he did borrow my best fishing pole and never returned it!"[/i:e25344676e]
Keloric is correct, he is no true kin to the Joels although he one day hopes to be, by marrying Cinnimon.

Oloric, the elder of the two brothers by two years, is Secretly engaged Honeybun, to the lovely daughter of Arabella and Hoppa.
Oloric is the Innkeep of the Ward End, and a traveller of the world, collecting many fine ales for his  Pub.
Together with Honeybun, is there nothing they can face in this world?


[b:e25344676e]Wilwaric Addyrcap[/b:e25344676e]
Wil's tale is a happy tale,  of good family and friends however his fathers was a sad one,  dealing with his own kin.  I will later get into that.  
Wilwaric's Father is Warrick Addyrcap,  whom is brother to Mittranth, Felwilins, Paol, Delbert, Dallin, Tobin, and possibly others.   It is unknown which of the Addyrcaps ( named after the the mushroom, which its cap is shaped like the head of a serpent )are truly related.  
These brothers were raised in a forest, by an old woman, said to be a witch or sorceress. The Old Woman "Mideula Addyrcap" was not a wee folk but a man-folk,  and adopted ( or in some tales stole ) the children.

 

[b:e25344676e]Fevorah[/b:e25344676e]
Fevorah left Gondor so many miles behind her.  Born and raised in Minas Tirith she spent much of her time in the Houses of the Healing learning the gentle arts.  Her brothers were slain leading a patrol across the great river.  Tales are told that the twin brothers saved many and sent their troops back ahead of them to Minas Tirith.  Fevorah in her grief and having trained with her brothers in secret led men across the river, fought, won and brought her brothers remains home to Minas Tirith.
Her parents although glad to have their sons to lay to rest were appalled that their daughter had gone to war dressed as a man.  They sent her to Rohan as part of an alliance as a bride.  Fevorah never saw Rohan as she crept away from her escort taking only her loyal squires and walked North never looking back.



[b:e25344676e]The story of Nys of Mirkwood[/b:e25344676e] (apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien)

Years before Thranduil was driven from his haven in what would come to be known as Taur-nu-Fuin, he began receiving worrisome reports from his borders that darkness was encroaching.   The bears and wolves in the forest were becoming vicious and attacking any who veered off the well worn paths through his forest.  When the first small village was overtaken he could see the writing on the wall.  Afraid to create unrest among his people, he privately put in motion plans to safeguard his people.  Calling on his secret guard - a group of tight knit hunters called the Eldars of Greenwood, he plotted a course into Emyn Fuin.  The Eldars were lead by his closest friend and guard, Elansthensorial.  Knowing that even this path may not always afford safe passage, he called together his counsel and their families - his own sister among them.  Each chose to quietly send their children ahead into the mountains with the Eldars, even as Thranduil languished with the knowledge that he could not send Legolas, his own son, for fear of causing unrest in his kingdom.  His sister's only daughter Elnystria, known as Nys (which to her close relatives is a slight mispronunciation of "nîth" or "sister" in Sindarin - given to her by her cousin at a very young age), a half Silven, half Grey elf, would bid farewell with only a few somber moments to bid her uncle, cousin and mother farewell.

It was at that time that the Eldars of Greenwood's function became a security detail more than secret guard.  Though a few left claiming that they'd become glorified "baby-sitters", the rest were determined to pass their knowledge of the bow, blade, forestry, curing and fletching onto the children of the elite they protected.  To this end, they uprooted themselves from the Mountains of Mirkwood and lived as nomads, using the paths they'd traveled as they plotted the course for all of the Mirkwood elves.  In the year 2510, Balchoth's invaded Rhovanion, and the Eldars of Greenwood endured heavy casualties as they tried in vain to prevent the blood of their wards from being spilled.  In the end, only a handful of them remained to protect Nys and the few of the wards that were left.  Nys, who had been shielded from the preceding darkness by her mother and the Eldars was thrown into it utterly.  She embraced her training from the Eldars and found she had natural talent for it.  This talent would save her life as word of the existence of her royal bloodline spread through the mouths of Balchoths that learned much from torturing the Eldars they did not kill.  Sauron who had established himself in Dol Guldur in souther Mirkwood, was told of this connection to Thranduil and wanted to use it to lure him into the open - striking a blow to the heart of the Elves who remained in Middle Earth.  Calling upon the Witch King and Nazgul, Sauron began to track the Eldars of Greenwood, though from afar for they also hear rumors that King Eärnur, last king of Gondor slain by the Witch King, may have an heir.  When the Eldars finally encountered the Nazgul, their plan was revealed and at the cost of several lives, Nys used her honed skill as a hunter to help battle them back long enough for a few to scatter in all directions.  At this time, the Eldars of Greenwood was ostensibly disbanded with the new mission of protecting their only remaining ward and watching the movements of the Nazgul in hopes that the next time they attacked, they could be prepared.  When Elansthensorial was told of the Nazgul's new plot to retrieve the One Ring, he and Nys raced to stop them.  It was at this time that Nys fell in love with the shire.  Keeping out of sight, they helped in skirmishes with goblins where they could, but ultimately paid the price when Elansthensorial was murdered by the treachery of one of the scattered Eldars that had bent to the wicked temptations of Saruman's dark designs.

Nys found herself alone for the first time since she'd left her uncle's kingdom but had learned much from the Eldars of Greenwood.  She longed for the bright green in Mirkwood that her protecters had described in such rich detail around the camp fires in story and song.  She resolved that she would do whatever it took to see that the land of her family would once again be rid of the dark desecrations that had taken hold.  With that, she took up her bow and began hunting.  Not long after, she met two kind hobbits that would change her forever with their kindness.  They brought her in, a ward, and made her a Warder.  This kindness she has sworn an oath to repay and now wears their sigil, and that of Mirkwood, wherever she travels.



[b:e25344676e]Rytori[/b:e25344676e]
Rytori buys a house

Rytori is an elderly dwarf from the Grey Mountains.  He is the uncle of Rytac and has recently traveled to Bree to visit his nephew.  He has several other relatives in the area.  Rytori was a warrior in his younger days but he says that he is too old to carry around a heavy axe and shield and he has taken to the telling of stories and music in recent years as a traveling minstrel.  He has an excellent memory for tales and stories a fact that he attributes to always wearing a good helmet in his younger days.  His hobbies are cooking and crafting jewelry.

Rytori is very fond of hobbit cooking but he thinks they are overly concerned with matters of food and lack the industriousness of the dwarves.  Taykin, in particular, seems to live in a very relaxed, even lazy manner in Rytori’s opinion but he respects his fellow minstrel’s knowledge and skill.  Rytori is suspicious of the elves in general but enjoys their music and knows several individuals that he thinks of as good friends and trustworthy companions.  This trip is Rytori’s first chance to spend time with the race of Man and he is not sure what to think of this group.  So diverse and prolific, they seem to be set on changing everything.

Rytori has decided he would like to extend his visit to the shire to watch all of the events that are taking place and perhaps add to his stories and songs.  His desire to set up a dwarvish household and routine has resulted in his decision to purchase a house.  Rytac has resigned himself to helping with the funds, once again dipping into his savings for his pony as he did for Taykin’s house.  Rytac has decided it is not fast talking hobbits after his money but fast talking minstrels.

Rytori has purchased the house at 1 Wending Way in Whitwich of the Shire settlements and hopes to soon convert it to a suitably dwarvish dwelling and a comfortable place to practice music.  Everyone is invited to visit.

Rytori is the most recent alt on my second account. To help me keep track of the characters I will include a list below:

Taykin – Hobbit Minstrel Scholar, Weaponsmith, Farmer
Rytac – Dwarf Guardian Metalsmith, Tailor, Prospector
Gilsa – Man Champion Explorer
Kagan - Elf Hunter Woodworker, Farmer, Forester
Arandas – Elf Lore Master Jeweler, Cook, Prospector

Dylan – Man Captain Metalsmith, Tailor, Prospector
Rytori – Dwarf Minstrel Jeweler, Cook, Prospector
Pod – Hobbit Burglar Scholar
Briosi – Dwarf Champion Scholar, Weaponsmith
Fastov – Man Hunter Scholar, Farmer

[b:e25344676e]Taykin[/b:e25344676e]
Taykin and his companions

The intent of this document is to provide a web of threads that connect all the characters I play in some way to Taykin, my main character.  In some cases I have fleshed things out more than others that remain very simple but I would like to build on this as I get to know the characters better.  I apologize for the length of the document.

Taykin
Taykin’s parents were Fallohide hobbits and minstrels.  They were unusual in that they traveled quite a bit to visit elven friends in Rivendell.  On one such journey when Taykin was very young the family was accompanied by the elves Kagan and Arandas.  The trip ended with a disastrous encounter with trolls and Taykin’s parents were both mortally injured.  Kagan and Arandas promised them that they would take care of Taykin and they did so to the best of their abilities.  Taykin grew up among the elves and developed a deep respect for their lore and music.  He likes to travel quite a bit so he decided to become a minstrel like his parents.  Taykin is a scholar and loves to collect old tales and songs in his travels.  He is an accomplished gardener and even dabbles a little with weaponsmithing, trying to create useful weapons for his group of companions and friends.

Taykin has been successful enough as a minstrel to be able to afford to support a group of companions to assist him in his travels.  To Kagan and Arandas he is still a youngster and they keep an eye on him to honor their pledge to his parents.  Kagan, a hunter provides the group with game for the table.  Arandas, an elven loremaster is the source of much lore for Taykin’s tales.  Others in the group are: Rytac, who is a guardian and a skilled prospector; and Pod, a hobbit friend and burglar who handles financial affairs since Taykin does not care to deal with such things and it is easier to turn them over to Pod since he would be getting into the coffers on his own in any case.

Taykin likes to have time to properly enjoy his meals and meditate on things, something suspiciously like napping in his case.   To facilitate this he has hired several assistants.  Syzran, a man of Rohan, helps him with minstrel details, Finwin, an elf of Mirkwood, works with Taykin on scholarly matters and Raynard, a man burglar of Gondor, helps organize the weaponsmithing.

Arandas
Arandas is a Rivendell elf.  He is a lore master and an old friend of Taykin’s parents.  He continues to look after Taykin, viewing him as a youngster from his elven perspective.  Arandas likes to cook and craft jewelry whenever he can find the time.

Briosi
Briosi is a dwarf champion from the Grey Mountains.  He was recently hired as a guard by Dylan.

Dylan
Dylan is a man captain from Gondor.   Dylan has aspirations of starting his own mercenary company and when Pod offered to hire him to head up a group of guards to protect Taykin’s growing household he jumped at the chance.  He has hired Briosi, a dwarf champion and Fastov, a human hunter to begin building his company.

Fastov
Fastov is of the race of man.  He is a hunter from Dale.  He was hired by Dylan to join his new company of guards for the household.

Finwin
Finwin is an elf from the Mirkwood region but he does not like to refer to it as Mirkwood, preferring the older name Greenwood.  Finwin is a champion and a scholar who helps Taykin with such matters.

Gilsa
Gilsa is of the race of man.  He is a champion from Rohan.  He was hired by Rytac for his prospecting abilities and has also been helping Kagan out with the collecting of various woods for crafting.

Kagan
Kagan is a Rivendell elf.  He is a hunter and a woodworker.   Kagan was a friend of Taykin’s parents and helped to raise the young hobbit but now stays around more out of interest in the events taking place around the group than in any continuing responsibility to care for Taykin.

Pod
Pod is a hobbit burglar of the harfoots.  Pod is accomplished at selling his loot and Taykin hired him to handle the selling of dyes and to safeguard the growing assets of the group.  “Who better to counter burglars than one of their own”, was Pod’s argument to Taykin.  Pod is not very trusting and he has recently hired Dylan to put together a group of guards for the household.

Raynard
Raynard is a burglar of the race of man.  He is from Gondor but has spent a number of years in Bree where he got to know Pod.  When Pod learned he was an apprentice weaponsmith he introduced him to Taykin who was looking for an assistant to organize those activities for him.  He has since worked as a second Weaponsmith for the group.

Rytac
Rytac is a dwarf from the Grey Mountains and a cousin of Balifor.  He is a stoic, industrious fellow, little given to day dreaming or flights of fancy.  Rytac is a guardian and takes great pride in his skill with shield and weapons.  He likes the role of guardian since it does not require a lot of planning or finesse, you just run in; get the enemy’s attention and pound away on him.

Rytac has been employed in recent times by the hobbit minstrel Taykin as a prospector and metalsmith for making tools.  The ore he collects goes mainly for Taykin’s weaponsmithing which bothers Rytac a bit since he would like to use the ore to craft heavy armor for himself and others.  He sometimes regrets that he taught Taykin the joy of working with metal.  Rytac does a bit of tailoring on the side but does not find it as satisfying as metal working.

Rytac is very proud of his recently purchased festival pony since he won the race on his first attempt.  It was a struggle to pay for the new mount since, first Taykin borrowed funds for his house and then Rytori did the same, but Rytac finally managed to make the purchase by poaching on Hoppa’s favorite barghest hunting grounds.

To free up some of his time and still provide the ore Taykin wants, Rytac has hired an assistant, the man Gilsa, a champion from Gondor to help collect ore.

Rytori
Rytori is an elderly dwarf from the Grey Mountains.  He is the uncle of Rytac and has recently traveled to Bree to visit his nephew.  Rytori was a warrior in his younger days but he says that he is too old to carry around a heavy axe and shield and he has taken to the telling of stories and music in recent years as a traveling minstrel.  He has an excellent memory for tales and stories a fact that he attributes to always wearing a good helmet in his younger days.  His hobbies are cooking and crafting jewelry.

Rytori is very fond of hobbit cooking but he thinks they a bit overly concerned with matters of food and lack the industriousness of the dwarves.  Taykin, in particular, seems to live in a very relaxed, even lazy manner in Rytori’s opinion but he respects his fellow minstrel’s knowledge and skill.  Rytori is suspicious of the elves in general but knows several that he thinks of as good friends and trustworthy companions.  This trip is Rytori’s first chance to spend time with the race of Man and he is not sure what to think of this group.  So diverse and prolific, they seem to be set on changing everything.

Syzran
Syzran is a man from Rohan.  He is a minstrel and has been employed by Taykin as a source of stories and song from the race of man as well as general assistance with matters dealing with minstrel activities.  Syzran is a gaudy dresser who prides himself on his appearance.

Summary

Taykin – Hobbit Minstrel Scholar, Weaponsmith, Farmer
Rytac – Dwarf Guardian Metalsmith, Tailor, Prospector
Gilsa – Man Champion Explorer
Kagan - Elf Hunter Woodworker, Farmer, Forester
Arandas – Elf Lore Master Jeweler, Cook, Prospector

Dylan – Man Captain Metalsmith (2nd), Tailor (2nd), Prospector
Rytori – Dwarf Minstrel Jeweler (2nd), Cook (2nd), Prospector
Pod – Hobbit Burglar Scholar (2nd),
Briosi – Dwarf Champion Scholar
Fastov – Man Hunter Scholar

Finwin – Elf Champion Scholar
Syzran – Man Minstrel Explorer
Raynard – Man Burglar Woodworker (2nd), Weaponsmith (2nd), Prospector


[This is a large group of characters and an explanation may be in order.  The first two accounts are my own.  I am used to multiple accounts from similar games and this gives me the opportunity to try out all the classes of characters as well as make exchanging materials much easier.  The third account is for use when friends drop by and want to play for a bit  I like to accommodate them but don’t want them messing up my own characters.]

Add Radic a Man Guardian Explorer (March 2008)


[b:e25344676e]Daliea[/b:e25344676e]
Daliea inherited a small hole with a few sheep and chickens in Brockenborings.  She became decent with her hunting bow mostly from protecting the animals from the wolves.  Her neighbor, Tobblin, an aging gaffer was pleased that she extended the protection to his tiny holding.  They became fast friends and would often share a meal while Tobblin spun stories of the old days.  Daliea politely listened not really believing.  Until one day....




[b:e25344676e]Farothwen Lhûgonnen[/b:e25344676e]
b. TA 2770

Father – Tarothil b. FA 275 – sailed to Valinor in TA 2941
    Tarothil is a kinsman of Sindarin King Thingol who migrated east with many other Sindar early in the second age. His Father was a weaponsmith who studied under a master craftswoman of the Noldor, Mirglin. A soldier, and bowman, he fought with Gil-Galad in the first war of the ring. He was injured on the battlefield of Dargolad before Sauron suffered defeat. His injuries never fully healed, which ended his days as a warrior. He became a craftsman and bowyer of great renown. He settled in Greenwood the Great after the war to serve his Uncle, Thranduil, heir of Oropher, but often visited the men of Dale to teach them archery and give to them great bows made by his hand. As fate would have it, he made the bow handed down to the guardsman Bard who used it to slay the dragon, Smaug. He took a great interest in making sure Farothwen learned the histories of her people, being so young in comparison to her countrymen. He firmly believed that those who do not understand the past are doomed to repeat it. He grew weary of Middle Earth, and departed for the undying lands shortly after the slaying of Smaug and the battle of 5 armies.

Mother – Malinúiel b. FA 503- d. TA 2770
    Descendant of Silvan Elves settled in Greenwood the Great in the First Age. Always inquisitive, Malinúiel was fascinated by the Sindar that migrated into their realm in the Second Age. She was quick to learn their language and customs, and quickly became an ambassador of sorts for the Sindar to the Silvan elves. After the first War of the Ring, and death of King Oropher, she became an advisor to his heir, King Thranduil. She married Tarothil early in the Third Age and went with him often to Dale to aid him in his travels as well as help keep up relations between her people and the Dale men. By this time in the Third Age, Elven births were a rare thing, but being so close to the men of Dale who had so many children among them gave Malinúiel and Tarothil the desire for a child of their own. In 2770 of the third age she gave birth to her daughter Farothwen. Their happiness was short-lived, as later that same year Malinúiel was slain when the dragon, Smaug destroyed the city of Dale and took up residence in Erebor. Farothwen was given the name Lhûgonnen, meaning Dragon-born.

    Farothwen was taught the artistry of the bow by her father, an archer, and bowyer who fought in the first War of the Ring. An Elf of Mirkwood, she has long held a respect and love for the land, and all living things. Her father taught the art of woodcrafting to her, but she has also learned how to live from the land from her countrymen in Mirkwood, and in her time spent among Hobbits. Accustomed to traveling alone, Farothwen is often times silent, and speaks only when there is something important to be said. More often than not her arrows do the talking for her, and she can be quite expressive especially when there are goblins about.

Though the Elves of Mirkwood are generally aloof and mistrusting of outsiders, Farothwen learned a respect for the lake men, as her father continued to visit them often after the destruction of Dale and death of Farothwen’s mother in the fires of the Dragon. She also has a great respect for Hobbits, especially having been privy to her great-uncle Thranduil’s puzzlement at the disappearance of a company of Dwarves from his dungeon, and his subsequent surprise upon learning their method of escape. She aided her countrymen in the famous battle of 5 armies, though more as support to the company of archers than as a soldier. She has since departed Mirkwood in order to familiarize herself with the ways of Men and Hobbits, (and to a lesser extent the Dwarves) and give aid when needed. Being out among the Hobbits has strengthened her bond with the earth and given her more love and respect for things that are green and growing. Additionally, being very young by Elvish standards, she feels more of a kinship with the younger races of Men and Halflings than with some of her ancient Sindarin kinsmen.

Her Silvan heritage as well as her knowledge of the past and her study of the history of the Eldar has given Farothwen little regard for material wealth. She gives of what little she has freely, as did her father, believing that selfishness and love of possessions is what brought ruin to her ancestors in the First Age as well the men of Númenor. Her father and great uncle Thranduil taught her much of the history of the Sindar having been there in the first age along with King Thingol, Lord Celeborn, and Lady Galadriel. Ultimately, the desire of material riches, namely the Silmaril recovered by Beren and Lúthien, was their downfall, bringing war and ruin to their homeland of Doriath from the Dwarves of Nogrod, and ultimately from their own kin, the sons of Fëanor. For these reasons, Farothwen mistrusts the Dwarves, who greatly value wealth, but also pities them believing it will lead also to their ruin. Though it was the Dwarves who flushed out the dragon resulting in her mother’s death avenged, them it was also that brought the dragon in the first place with their mountain of riches.

[b:e25344676e]Mirglin[/b:e25344676e]

    Mirglin, (or Mîrëglín in the old Quenya) has lead a long life fraught with pain and sorrow. Mirglin awoke with the first of the elves in the days when Middle Earth was in darkness, lit only by the stars of Varda. Her name means “gleaming jewel” in reference to her unusually bright green eyes, which even in the days of twilight shone brightly with the reflected light of the stars. She was among the first of the Noldor to travel with Oromë to Valinor, there to dwell with the Valar in peace and happiness. She was immediately attracted to smithcraft, and especially that of the house of Finwë. Fëanor, especially delighted her with his works, and she endeavored to learn from him, and indeed did love him, though he regarded her not. Her love and admiration grew ever more with his making of the Silmarils. Ever did she desire to look upon them and was enchanted by Fëanor and his great works, though it pained her that her love went unnoticed and the Silmarils were ever kept hidden from all save their creator.

When the enemy, Morgoth came with the monster Ungoliant, destroying the trees, slaying king Finwë, and stealing the Silmarils, few save Fëanor himself were stricken with pain and anger such as Mirglin. She was among the first of the Noldor to side with Fëanor and his sons in their rebellion against the Valar, such was her love and admiration for him. Long had she worked in the forges of the elves and was among the first who wrought weaponry and armor, the gear of war, which would ever after cause her pain and sorrow. She traveled with the Noldor to take the ships of the Teleri and took part in the first kinslaying. Such was her passion. It was not until they had reached the twilit shores of Middle Earth and set fire to the ships that she felt remorse, and even horror at what had taken place. So great was her love, however that Mirglin traveled with Fëanor and his hosts to lay siege to the stronghold of Morgoth. When the siege failed, and Fëanor lay dead, Mirglin was stricken with sorrow and anguish. She had gone against the will of the Valar, slain her own kin, and lost all that she had loved. She vowed never again to raise a weapon, and retreated back into the west of Middle Earth.

Mirglin became part of the host of Turgon, who would be king of the hidden city of Gondolin. There she once again found joy in her work in the smithies of Gondolin, though she longed ever for the forges across the sea in Tirion, where such wonderful things were made the like which never would be seen again. In Gondolin she forged great swords that would glow blue with fire and hatred when the hosts of Morgoth were near. This hatred she felt deep within her and passed it into the weapons she made. This she hoped would protect the secrecy of Gondolin, but also she secretly hoped they would one day be used to avenge Finwë, Fëanor, and his Silmarils. Eventually, Gondolin was discovered by the enemy and destroyed. Mirglin was one of few who escaped alive, but once again she had lost everything she loved.

She had heard from king Turgon’s nephew, Maerglin, of the great forges and smithcraft of the dwarves of the Ered Luin, and traveled there to learn their arts, and teach what she could. There, in Nogrod and Belegost, she found that the Silmarils had once again brought war and sorrow as the Dwarves and Elves of Doriath had fought over the one recovered from Morgoth and the slaying of king Thingol. Mirglin fled into the east to Khazad-Dum both to escape from painful memories of the past and to work with the prized truesilver that was found under the Misty Mountains. There she remained wholly devoted to her work away from the outside world and away from the War of Wrath that would end Morgoth as well as the lands beyond the Blue Mountains she had once loved.

Mirglin found new happiness there and in Eregion among the Elven smiths who ever desired to improve their craft. It was there that she, as well as many other smiths, were deceived by Sauron. Mirglin, consumed by her desire to increase in her knowledge of craftwork (and forget the sorrow of her past) helped Sauron to forge the rings of power. She was wholly blind to Sauron’s secret desire to dominate others with his one ring, but thought only of the delight and satisfaction in creating the lesser rings. When Sauron had forged and put on the one ring, the elves became aware of the true purpose of the rings of power. Mirglin was devastated. She had helped bring into power a second enemy nearly as dark and terrible as Morgoth himself, who she hated and despised for all the trouble and sorrow in her life. The ensuing wars would destroy Eregion, her new home, and Khazad-Dum was sealed up. Distrought by the help she had given Sauron in creating the rings and for the third time losing everything she had loved and worked for, Mirglin slipped into madness and wandered Middle Earth. She knew nothing of the wars of the last alliance of Elves and Men, and the temporary victory won over Sauron. How far and how long she had wandered, none can now say.

It was one of the Istari who discovered Mirglin well into the third age. Mithrandir he was called, who had been sent to Middle Earth to help work against the powers of Sauron, who was vanquished but not destroyed. He recognized Mirglin as one of the Noldor who had indeed lived among the Valar in Tirion. He found her in the southern foothills of the Misty Mountains. He was on an errand that had brought him to Galadriel in Lórien close to the entrance to Khazad-Dum. Something had inexplicably drawn Mirglin back to her one time home of Eregion, now only a distant memory of the world. Alone she was, and barely alive. She had not the power of speech, nor did she appear to hear anything that was said to her. Mithrandir brought her to Imladris, home of Elrond, who possessed a great power in the art of healing. There she was brought back to health, though her mind was still broken and ever did she stare into the West making not a sound.

Elrond recognized her at once, for he too had dwelt in Eregion and knew well some of the most gifted craftsmen of the Elves. She had been thought dead in the destruction of Eregion. He was greatly troubled by the state she was in, but also fearful what would happen were she to wake from her madness to find so much time had passed, and to remember the destruction of her home. For many years she simply ate and slept (as Elves do) and stared at the western sky, especially when it was a clear night and the stars were bright. In time, awaken she did, for Elrond possessed one of the three Elven Rings. Vilya, the ring of Air had a power to heal, and heal it did.

One day Elrond went to visit her, as he often did, and she stood at the window staring westward, though the shade had been drawn. Elrond moved to open the shade for her and her hand shot up and grabbed his forearm with suprising strength. Elrond did not fight her, but began to speak to her softly, calling her name. Her eyes wide, she stared at the ring finger of his hand. “The Ring,” she said. Elrond was taken back, for her first speech heard in many long years, and because few knew of the ring, or could even see it.  Mirglin had herself cut the stone that was to be set in this ring. She recognized the ring as if it were one of her own children. Her grip tightened and then relaxed. She swooned and Elrond caught her and laid her on a nearby sofa. He held her hand and again spoke softly to her. She awoke slowly as out of a deep sleep. She recognized Elrond, but knew not where she was. Again she looked at his hand holding hers and saw Vilya, the ring of power. Her eyes welled up and she wept for the sorrow of all of her memories now returning.

Long she dwelt in Imladris, but they were not happy days. All the evil in the world was upon her. She had helped make the rings of the nine, who were now terrible in their power, and brought fear with them wherever they went. The rings had brought the ruin of Numenor, and all but severed the line of Elendil. Gil-Galad lay dead, slain upon the battlefield. The seven had moved the Dwarves to hoarding their wealth, and in their greed they attracted Dragons who had destroyed much that was once beautiful. The shadow had fallen in Greenwood the Great, now named Mirkwood, and was now known to be Sauron himself, though he did not have the one ring. He had returned and in time would recover the ring and all would then be lost. Only the three now remained untainted, hidden away in far corners of Middle Earth, but they would be useless when the one was recovered. Sorrow and fear held dominion over Mirglin, and she spoke little, though she now had her mind back. Her thoughts were ever in the West and she desired to sail away to Valinor, and escape Middle Earth, which held for her only anguish. The only thing that gave Mirglin anything close to joy in her time in Imladris was the music of a young minstrel, Miluwen, who had spent much time by her side in the years when she was lost to the world. Miluwen’s music were the only memories Mirglin kept of her time in darkness and shadow, and were indeed the only memories she had that did not cause pain and grief. When she was staring into the westward sky, the sweet notes of music played by a loving hand would gently bring her eyelids closed, and a look of a restful peace would come over her. Even upon waking again to the world, she would bid the minstrel to play for her and she would, in her mind, pass out of Middle Earth over the vast seas to the white tower upon Túna and again be at rest.


Travel to the West she did, though not over the seas. Ever had Mirglin run away from sorrow and trouble, but as she laid eyes on the western shores of Middle Earth new feelings welled up inside her. Her fear turned to anger. Her sorrow turned to hatred. She turned her back on the west and now faces east. She looks ever toward the enemy. “For too long has the evil in the world held dominion over my heart,” she thought. She had helped bring this evil into the world, and she would not depart these lands until she had made some atonement. She has now broken her vow over countless years never to bear arms, and bears them now, ever closer to the enemy. All that drives her is to see her weapons wet with the blood of any man, or beast , or orc allied with Sauron the deceiver. At the risk of giving herself completely over to hate and malice, which were ever the tools of the enemy, Mirglin tempers her anger with music. The kind music of Miluwen is ever with her, and Mirglin finds peace and inner strength through playing her lute. Though she has forgotten more about jewelcraft and smithing than any could now learn in many lifetimes of men, Mirglin has begun crafting again, though it is as a child learning to walk. She is careful not to delve too greedily into the power of old, but rather is learning anew from those that are now considered masters of their craft. Frustrating though it is, it is a distraction from sorrow, and sometimes a joy to see her new creations once more.

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