[Lyra Greenleaf]

Character Description Form:
Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES– Which one? The Green Dragon

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? - YES Holiday in the Sun, Search for the Lost Messenger, Reclaiming the City, Swan Wood, the Threat of the Trees, Quest for the Ainereg, Dark Seduction

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NAME: Morwen

AGE: 60- but reasonably pure Numenorean blood, so seems slightly younger

RACE: Men of Gondor

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: None

APPEARANCE: Short and thin, long dark brown hair with little grey, wears dark colours so as not to outshine the Queen and no jewellery. She has deep grey eyes which were once beautiful but now as hard as flint.

HISTORY: Born of a noble family in Gondor, and was a reasonably nice child. This changed when she fell in love with Tarannon as a teenager, and he married Beruthiel. She was chosen for the “honour” of being Beruthiel’s Lady-in-Waiting, which she has absolutely hated ever since. Was secretly overjoyed when she discovered that Beruthiel couldn’t have children and still gloats over it. For the first ten years or so of the marriage she lived in hope that Beruthiel might die, but then gave up and married an old nobleman, they had one son, Caeran, who she can’t stand. The husband died soon after he was born. Pride won’t let her slack at her duties, or ask to be replaced so she is the model of what she should be, just letting her rage and spite out as gossip about the Queen’s “madness”, none of which can ever be traced to her. She is generally believed to be devoted to the Queen.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Almost all her good traits have been eaten up by years and years of hurt and jealousy, leaving her bitter and cynical. She is devoted to her job, out of pride that won’t let her show how much she is suffering. She hates cats- I’m not sure allergies were recognised in Gondor, but she seems to have a permanent running nose. She would do anything for Tarannon if he asked it. She is also loyal to Gondor- a trait which has been inbred in her throughout her life. She is very spiteful about Beruthiel behind her back. It’s not so much a hatred of the Queen as a person, but simply a blind jealousy of anyone who married Tarannon.
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First Post:

“My lady Morwen, a letter from your son”

Morwen grimaced at the interruption. That boy was so slow to take the hint that she would much rather they dropped all pretence at a relationship.

“Yes, yes” she said dismissively, plucking the letter from the messenger’s fingers. He quickly departed at her glower. Finally certain he was out of hearing, Morwen turned back to her companion.

“I do not know who has been spreading this rumour” she said sadly. “Indeed it is not so strange that a woman as lonely as her should turn more and more to the company of those animals. Simply because she talks to them although they can understand, it does not follow that she is mad. And I am convinced there is no truth in the rumour that she eats with them from their dishes.”

Morwen looked from the corner of her eye at the effect this would have on her companion, and was gratified when her eyes lit up. There might have been no such rumour before, but now there certainly would be. After a few moments more chat, Morwen excused herself. Now that she had done what she intended she had no reason to make small talk. Soon the court would be abuzz with the news that the Queen- the mad Queen- ate with her cats. Once again Tarannon would be shown proof positive that he made a mistake with her. She failed her main duty, that of producing an heir, and now could no longer even attend to her minor ones of entertaining and organising. Instead she stayed closeted with those- those furballs! Morwen sniffed disgustedly. Whether she ate with them or not, it was disgusting. Animals belong in the woods, or the fields- or at the most, the stables.

A bell rang, interrupting her thoughts. It was time to present herself to the Queen, to do her duty. How she wished she could have refused the post of Lady-in-Waiting all those years ago when it had first been offered, but it was a duty and an obligation, and Morwen, unlike some others, would live up to what was expected of her. She had no room for fancies and stray animals. Savagely she snatched up the scarf she wound around her hair when doing her duties. It was not right to outshine the Queen, and if she would wear black then Morwen, also, must dress as if she wished to fade into the shadows at night. It was yet another example of obligation. Obligation was all that was left to her, and dreams that were nightmares now. Vaguely she could recollect what hope felt like, but it had been decades ago and nothing to her now. Duty awaited.

[ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ July 23, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]