[Firefoot]

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NAME: Lómwë

AGE: Born 1256, Age of Trees

RACE: Noldorin Elf of Lothlórien

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: His sword, Coruthel, is his weapon of choice. It is of Dwarvish make and was acquired soon after the Noldor returned to Beleriand. The scabbard is plain leather, bearing no devices. However, he has had little practical use for his sword of late, requiring more his bow, which is such as the Galadhrim use. He also carries a long knife, which is a useful tool if not always used as a weapon.

APPEARANCE: Tall, lithe but well-muscled. Black hair which he wears partially pulled back; it falls to just past his shoulders. Eyes are grey, with a blue tint; his gaze is keen. He has high cheekbones and a firm jaw line.

He wears a tunic of an unassuming-green shade with a belt of dark brown leather, and underneath this a shirt of chain mail. His breeches are earth-colored and his boots, also dark leather, extend to about mid-calf. He also wears one of the grey-green cloaks of Lórien.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Lómwë suffers from a strange combination of longing for the glory of the Elder Days and regretting them, desiring both to remember and to forget. He has never been one to let go, and while he has adopted the customs of the Galadhrim, in many other ways he dwells largely on the past. He has never been overly friendly, though neither was he outright cold, and has put many people off by this; he has had few close relationships. He is more of a follower than a leader, but will readily make his own decisions. Though less impulsive than he had been in youth, he still maintains a quiet intenseness about him. He is proud, though not arrogant, and can be stubborn.

HISTORY: Born in the fair city of Tirion upon Túna, Lómwë spent much of his youth exploring the lands around the city. Though he loved the beautiful land of Valinor and the bliss of the light of the Trees, he eventually found that the trails and woods seemed too well-traveled and found himself to be more than a little curious about the lands beyond the sea: the realms of Beleriand, the great Mountains of Mist, Cuiviénen under the stars. He contented himself, however, desiring not to leave the fair land of his birth; that is, until the flight of the Noldor.

In the years following Melkor’s pardon, Lómwë was more of a passive spectator than a participant, though his father, a jewel-smith, received aid from Melkor numerous times. Lómwë was ever wary of these interactions, though he soon found he could little untangle the lies from the truths of Melkor. He respected Fëanor greatly, and when Fëanor called for the Noldor to follow him to Middle-earth, Lómwë followed gladly. He made some attempt to find his family first, but found them not. He later found out that they, too, were among the throng.

He was in the van of the host, and, still under the influence of Fëanor’s heated words, readily took part in the Kinslaying, an action he eventually came to regret. His sister, his only sibling, was killed in the Kinslaying, and partially because of this his parents afterwards followed Finarfin and forsook the march. Thus Lómwë was the only one of his kindred to land in Middle-earth.

During the battles of Beleriand he marched always in the vanguard. Once Fëanor fell, he immediately turned to Maedhros for leadership, of all Fëanor’s sons the one he found the best leader and most courageous. During the Long Peace he fell in love with and married a Green Elf of Ossiriand, Ellothiel. Also in this time they had a son, Aradol. Both wife and young son were killed during the Dagor Bragollach while Lómwë was away fighting.

After this Lómwë lost most of his taste for fighting, and after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad he fought no more until the War of Wrath and dwelt for a time among the Green Elves, his wife’s kin. After the War of Wrath Lómwë found himself bereft and without purpose. He desired not to return to Valinor, in part for pride but mostly in hopes for finding someplace new and not filled with memories. He wandered about Middle-earth for a time, soon settling in with the Noldor under Galadriel’s leadership, who alone of the Elvish leaders remaining in Middle-earth had been present since the Unchaining of Melkor.

He did not fight in any battles of the Second and Third Ages save to defend Lórien. He assimilated himself into the culture of Lórien, caring little for outside affairs. He eventually wound up as a marchwarden. Though melded into the new ways, he felt deep longing for times as they were, for though there had been sorrow, there had also been valor, and courage, and glory. So when Malris’ summons had come, he accepted almost full-heartedly, the exception being the small part of him that wanted to let the past be past; it haunted him enough without searching it out.