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Luinlalaith

(Disclaimer: Luin is a character belonging to a friend. But she has graciously let me play with her. And in return she and other friends play with some of my characters relations :))

Alias: Luinlalaith Idhrengur

Race/class: Guardian Sindar elf

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Elleth

Age: 5000+

Residence: Caras Galadhon.

Spouse: Curonthos (played by @elgaladwen)

Children: None (do cats and random forest animals count?)

Nature

Composed: Luin is a steady force. Her even air can soothe a sparking conflict. Her past has prepared her for the worst possible outcomes, and so she is unfazed by the hardships of everyday life. With the exception of the death of close loved ones.

Responsible: Never failing to finish what she sets out to accomplish. This is especially evident with her duties, past and present, as a guard . She doesn’t falter too easily when attending to her duties. Then and now.

Wise: Luin may have been younger when the Second Age drew to a close, but her experiences have left her with a wealth of knowledge of people, the outside world, and knowing how to fight. She possesses decent judgement of others and situations.

Bold: She will readily offer her voice in a conversation and isn’t afraid to make suggestions that she deems to be the best in a situation. Luin is willing to act out against the majority if the masses disagree. Nothing will stop her when she has her mind set on something, even if that involves a lick of danger, such as visiting her husband while he’s out on scouting duties.

Maternal: Luin feels very protective of the children around her, and is often the first to take up baby sitting jobs. She dotes on them perhaps too much. Though she respects her husbands wishes to not have children due to personal trauma on his part, she can’t help but yearn for a child of her own someday. In the meantime she also takes in injured wildlife and nurses them back to health, reluctant to let them go when they’ve recovered.

Nostalgic: The older Luin gets, the more she spends time reflecting on the past. She may lose herself in reverie, whether swimming in memories of joy or bad times. She often speaks of the past as well, though is careful to not bring up the more unpleasant times.

Solemn: Prefers to keep herself composed, dignified, and formal in the face of strangers or acquaintances. Only really lets herself laugh freely and act playful when around her husband and other close relations.

History

Born and raised in Lindon during the middle second Age. During her younger centuries she worked as a caravan guard for merchant elves travelling to and from the newer elvish settlement of Imladris. Eventually worked her way up to being stationed permanently in Lindon guarding important ports of entry. Used to be quite loud with a child-like playfulness, though her duties and admonishing looks from those who were stuck in the tragedies of the past quieted and tempered much of that spirit. In her free time she was fond of working with her hands, often taking up the arts of sewing, rope-making, and even going down to the docks to watch the ship builders, where she would help a friend of hers with the more menial tasks.

Before Numenor’s fall she had often heard the stories about the mighty Mallorn forests that grew near some of it’s shores. And though it would be another millennia until elves were forbidden utterly from the isle, the ban of the elven tongue made her parents worried, and they implored her not to travel there. The fact that mellyrn couldn’t grow in Lindon did not help her desire to see them someday.

Near the time of the downfall of Numenor, felt a great, uneasy quiet within herself and the world at large. Asked to be assigned to a group of fellow elves visiting Lorien, which was ruled by Amdir at the time, thinking traveling might help her unease. On the way there, she went on ahead during a rainy night to patrol while the envoy rested. Somewhere there she met a couple silvan scouts of Lorien by the name of Curonthos and his brother. She grew fond of the former during a brief stay there, and would find herself going back and forth between the two elven realms just to visit him. In time she fell in love, and they were wed. She later went to live with him in Lorien. Tried her best to adapt to the ways of the Silvan elves who lived there originally. Put her guard experience to good use in that realm also.

Was secretly overjoyed that Curonthos would stay in Lorien to guard the realm with her when the War of the Last Alliance broke out. Though was heart broken to learn his brother, who had went instead, was slain, and even moreso knowing how much he meant to her husband and others.

When the war was over and the world entered the Third age, she tried her best to comfort Curonthos and help him through his grief. Amroth became the ruler of Lorien, as his father was also slain in the war. Though he himself was lost later on. Luinlalaith was hesitant to accept Galadriel and Celeborn as Lord and Lady, hoping they would not disturb the native Silvan elves even further. While she’s not quite satisfied with their sovereignty, she does appreciate that they have seemed to adapt more to their culture more than Amdir and Amroth had, as little as may be thought. Even better is the fact that Galadriel had brought Mallorn seeds, and though they never grew to the greatness of the ones in Numenor, it was enough. Luinlalaith made good friends with their neighbors, Gallorith and Elgaladwen, as the former was the best friend of Curonthos’s brother.

She now lives in unchanging relative peace in Caras Galadhon in the wake of Sauron’s defeat, still serving as a guard for the main gates of the place. But despite the peace In this day and age she worries for Curonthos during his scouting missions. Being a mother is something she thinks she might want, but her husbands trauma has convinced him that he will die ere a child is born to them, leaving it without a father. Luinlalaith hears the call of the sea, but her will is strong enough still for her to remain in Middle-Earth for many more years to come, until men can prove trustworthy stewards of it.

#bio #luinlalaith #woe...no readmore upon you #making pasts for old elves is!!!!#i dont have a word its just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#but its fun too #maeglir was even worse as he's old enough to have seen the two trees

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elgaladwen · 25 days

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Younger Days - Nimardril

I wasn't sure where to start with fics since I have so many (most of which I won't ever post) but I decided to stick with the LOTRO universe for now, so here's a short little one about bratty/emo Nim when she was much younger. Curonthos is another of my characters who was friends with her deceased father, and tried to set her on the right path after her parents were gone. More about Nimardril is here.

"Do you want to end up like your father?" Curonthos hissed as he grasped Nimardril's shoulders, relieved that she felt solid beneath his palms, yet disheartened by how much the flash of defiance in her dark eyes reminded him of her father.

"I killed them all, didn't I?" She answered belligerently, sounding for all the world like a petulant child, and causing him to remember how very young she actually was.

She should be safe in Caras Galadhon, learning from books, or perhaps in the training yard, not out here covered in the blood of orcs she'd just dispatched, seeing things hard for even adults to see. Why had Firithdir decided to take her along with him from such a young age? She seemed to be a natural with bow and blade, sure, but not much else in life, and he worried for her future.

Curonthos sighed, already regretting his words twofold. Firithdir hadn't gotten killed by being reckless, but rather an orc archer getting a particularly lucky shot, and he shouldn't try to scare Nimardril by invoking her father's death. She seemed so keen on putting herself in harm no matter what he tried to tell her, though, and all he could do was teach her better techniques, so that she might more easily survive. And who was he to deprive them of a good fighter, who wished to be there, when so many did not?

"You did. But please wait for the others next time." He admonished in a more gentle tone. "It would be a a great pity if you were taken-"

She shrugged out of his grasp with a noise of disapproval. "I'll just have to not let myself get taken, then, huh?" She moved past him back toward the treeline, and the safety of the Wood, not once having met his gaze.

Hanging his head for a moment, Curonthos wondered if he'd messed up somewhere, or if there'd ever been any hope for her at all. It had been easy enough for he and Luinlalaith to say they'd look out for Nimardril when her mother had left Lothlórien in an attempt to join Firithdir in the Undying Lands, even imagining she might be something like the child he had never given Luinlalaith, yet that was not to be. The girl grew more angry and wild by the day, and the only thing he found to channel her emotions and energy was to keep training her, and letting her help with duties at the border. Luinlalaith tried to get her interested in other things closer to home, but it never worked, and both of them despaired. He could only hope that in time, she might grow more calm, or at least more keen on self preservation. Truly he worried that he would fail the daughter, just as he had the father, and so long ago, his brother too.

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Nimardril kicked the door shut behind her, cursing as she tried to brush a strand of hair from her face, still stiff with dark blood. It had been a quick, and thankfully uneventful trek back home from the border, and Curonthos had even suggested she come back to he and his wife's flet for a bath and a meal, but she had refused, just wanting to be alone.

Alone. That's what she was here, in this home that was once her family's. In this forest. In this world.

She knew she should be kinder to her father's friends, they were only trying to help her, yet it felt as if they were trying to replace her parents, and why should she have parents, if hers were gone? Sometimes she wondered if she should have gone westward with her mother, but she had refused, stupidly thinking she could avenge her father somehow.

As her eyes took in the dim mess of the room, she sank down against the door, an unbearable tightness in her chest threatening to burst its way out. This place had once felt so safe to her. She could remember coming in with her father after walking in the woods, having fresh bread baked by her mother, all of them gathered by the hearth to talk and tell tales.

Now the hearth was dark, and the chairs broken in a fit of rage some months ago. She felt a little ashamed of that, and thought maybe to repair them, yet she just couldn't muster the energy to truly care. She didn't want the chairs, or this house with its taunting memories of a happy time. She just wanted to be fighting orcs, or at least hunting. Those were the only times she felt good or useful, and her father had always been proud of her skills.

She looked to the toppled bookcase, the tomes her parents had so lovingly collected strewn about the floor. She had promised her mother she'd continue her studies, but she'd stopped everything that wasn't related to scouting or fighting. She could read and write, she reasoned. She didn't need to do it well, though she did miss having stories told to her, and the comfort of them helping her relax.

With a sigh, she picked herself up off the floor, trudging to the washbasin in a kitchenette now empty of food. She found the washbasin empty too, and somehow this broke some last thread of control within her, and she began to sob, her hot tears making tracks upon her dirty face, and plinking into the basin one by one, as if she could fill it with her sorrow.

Of course it was empty. She'd not filled it before she left, just as she'd not bothered to clean the house, bring up wood for a fire, or stock the pantry. Her parents had done all of that, and though it was certainly well within her own capabilities, she missed having someone take care of her.

For the second time that night, she found herself on the floor, this time struggling to breathe as the sobs forced their way painfully up her throat. She tried to calm her galloping heart. She tried to tell herself that she certainly did not need anyone to take care of her, but it didn't work, at least until exhaustion won out, and her crumbled from, knees hugged to hollow chest, drifted into the land of dreams, where she still sometimes found wonder.

#I mostly write fics for my friends to read #and they know the characters so I never put as much context as I could #Also ofc I don't love my writing #but just like with my art if you are bored and want to look at it #here you goooo and thank you!#and sorry Nim is such a stupid dumb brat in this I swear she gets a bit better as she ages #she's just not quite even an adult here #lotro oc #nimardril #curonthos #fics #lotro fic #my fics

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