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piosenniel · 11-18-2004, 02:34 AM

Dedicated Character - Elf Emissary from Lindon – alaklondewen

NAME: Ereglin

AGE: 2066

RACE: Sindar

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Ereglin carries a long, narrow-bladed sword. The wooden hilt is wrapped tightly in thick tanned leather that is worn from many years. Its crossguard is slightly curved toward the blade, and each end is marked with a decorative spiral engraved into the steel. This sword, he used in the final battle of the Second Age, but has had little need to do so since, except in exercise. Ereglin prefers to use his bow, however, for his eyes are keen, as they are for all his kin, and his aim is precise.

APPEARANCE: Ereglin is of average elven height, yet still tall compared to Men. His frame is small, but he is muscular enough to wield his sword if need be. Two small, golden braids frame his chiseled feature and square jaw. The remainder of his hair falls straight down to the small of his back. His dark grey eyes overlook his small straight nose. His ivory skin is smooth like that of a youth, but his eyes are cold, and his expression is hardened.

He normally wears lightweight trousers and a tunic in various shades of blues and greens with a grey flowing robe covering all. However, with battle raging, he is wearing a light-weight armor made by the smiths of Mithlond. He is still wrapped in his robe, with his scabbard beneath and his bow strapped to his back.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ereglin has always been an aspiring elf who knew what he wanted and was not afraid to do what was needed to get it. This confident, hard-working attitude landed him with a strong positive image in Mithlond. However, what might be seen as a wonderful strength is also his weakness. Ereglin’s wanting of power and high status caused him to overlook some of the more important things, and people, in his life. He can easily be seen as charming to those in his political circles, but he is quietly unhappy...his real emotions are hardened, but he can easily say what someone needs to hear and be believable.

HISTORY: Ereglin was sent to Fornost as an Ambassador of Cirdan when controversy arose concerning Arvedui’s claim to the throne of Gondor. The Emissary provided conservative council based on Cirdan’s wishes, ensuring the conflict did not blow out of proportion and the rightful heir be crowned. However, secretly, Ereglin wished for Arvedui to gain the kingship of all of Gondor as he hoped this would allow himself to rise to a more powerful position in both the Elven and Human realms. The elf was bitter when Arvedui was denied, but he did not voice his complaints, as he cherished his position and did not want to jeopardize his duty to Cirdan.

The conflict over the Gondorian crown was not the only controversy in Ereglin’s life at that time. When Cirdan offered the emissarial position to Ereglin, the elf immediately accepted only to find his wife, Ardae, was against their going. After many debates, the elf remained steadfast in his decision to go to Fornost and discord arose in his home. Ardae resented him for many years, missing her family and the ways of their people. As a result, he found himself becoming more and more consumed with the politics between Arnor and Lindon, escaping the tension at home.

As the force of Angmar grew, the violence against Arthedain become more frequent. The regions in the east were being conquered by the witch-king and Ereglin recognize a real threat against Fornost. Three years before the major assault began, Ereglin sent Ardae back to Mithlond to ensure her safety. He hated watching her ride away in the company of elven guards that accompanied her, and he some part of him wished he had not come to Fornost at all, but he was too proud to admit it or resign from his position. With his wife gone, Ereglin became cold, hardened by the sadness of his failure to make her happy and the looming danger that made him send her away.

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alaklondewen's post

Ereglin had spent the greater part of the day in anticipation of a call from the king for council. In the early morning, he had surveyed the enemy’s forces from top of the second wall. Wave after wave, the horrid black creatures climbed, scratched, and attacked the walls of the city. Even with the aid of the Elven guard and the halfling army, the forces would not be able to withstand the fury of the enemy for much longer. With this understanding, the Councilor had prepared himself to stand before the king, because surely Arvedui would wish to have Elven guidance with a decision of such importance as what the final move of the city should be. He had sent his guards to fight on the wall in the late morning, and he would await the kings guard to escort him to Arvedui’s towers.

~*~*~

The sun was waning, and the late afternoon light lit the Emissary’s hall with a warm orange glow. Ereglin stood silently in the shadows still waiting for his call to council. He knew it was too late, and he felt like a bitter fool because of it. Many winters had come and gone since Ereglin had come to that city, and he clenched his teeth as he thought of time and energy he spent on the alliance between Lindon and Arthedain and what he had let go so the job would be done...

Ereglin took a deep breath. The clamor in the city was becoming much closer, and the assaults against the wall shook the foundation of the Elf’s hall. Unconsciously his hand slid under his robe and gripped the leather hilt of his sword. A choice would have to be made soon, and if the king wished for one last stand, he would fight once again, alongside his guards. The idea was displeasing. He was a skilled bowman and spent several hours a week in exercise with his sword, so it was not that he did not have the ability. It was not that he was a coward, for he feared not death nor pain. However, his place was at a table with the intellectual, political minds, not in hand to hand combat with filthy beasts.

The Emissary sighed again, and a knock at his door demanded his attention. “Come in.” He called, and a slight hope rose in his chest that one of the king’s guards would enter, summoning him to council.

“Councilor Ereglin, I am pleased to find you here.” One of his young guards strode quickly before him with eyes flashing with adrenaline.

“I would not be elsewhere, Gaeredhel.” Ereglin spoke under his breath, and then he hoped the young guard did not catch the bitterness in his voice. Swallowing the virulence he felt, the Councilor spoke again, more smoothly than before. “What tidings do you bring?”

“The king, sir...he has called for a retreat to the north gate.”

“Very well.” For the third time, Ereglin took a deep breath before he followed Gaeredhel out of the hall and into the streets.

11-18-2004, 02:34 AM	#15
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Dedicated Character - Elf Emissary from Lindon – alaklondewen NAME: Ereglin AGE: 2066 RACE: Sindar GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Ereglin carries a long, narrow-bladed sword. The wooden hilt is wrapped tightly in thick tanned leather that is worn from many years. Its crossguard is slightly curved toward the blade, and each end is marked with a decorative spiral engraved into the steel. This sword, he used in the final battle of the Second Age, but has had little need to do so since, except in exercise. Ereglin prefers to use his bow, however, for his eyes are keen, as they are for all his kin, and his aim is precise. APPEARANCE: Ereglin is of average elven height, yet still tall compared to Men. His frame is small, but he is muscular enough to wield his sword if need be. Two small, golden braids frame his chiseled feature and square jaw. The remainder of his hair falls straight down to the small of his back. His dark grey eyes overlook his small straight nose. His ivory skin is smooth like that of a youth, but his eyes are cold, and his expression is hardened. He normally wears lightweight trousers and a tunic in various shades of blues and greens with a grey flowing robe covering all. However, with battle raging, he is wearing a light-weight armor made by the smiths of Mithlond. He is still wrapped in his robe, with his scabbard beneath and his bow strapped to his back. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ereglin has always been an aspiring elf who knew what he wanted and was not afraid to do what was needed to get it. This confident, hard-working attitude landed him with a strong positive image in Mithlond. However, what might be seen as a wonderful strength is also his weakness. Ereglin’s wanting of power and high status caused him to overlook some of the more important things, and people, in his life. He can easily be seen as charming to those in his political circles, but he is quietly unhappy...his real emotions are hardened, but he can easily say what someone needs to hear and be believable. HISTORY: Ereglin was sent to Fornost as an Ambassador of Cirdan when controversy arose concerning Arvedui’s claim to the throne of Gondor. The Emissary provided conservative council based on Cirdan’s wishes, ensuring the conflict did not blow out of proportion and the rightful heir be crowned. However, secretly, Ereglin wished for Arvedui to gain the kingship of all of Gondor as he hoped this would allow himself to rise to a more powerful position in both the Elven and Human realms. The elf was bitter when Arvedui was denied, but he did not voice his complaints, as he cherished his position and did not want to jeopardize his duty to Cirdan. The conflict over the Gondorian crown was not the only controversy in Ereglin’s life at that time. When Cirdan offered the emissarial position to Ereglin, the elf immediately accepted only to find his wife, Ardae, was against their going. After many debates, the elf remained steadfast in his decision to go to Fornost and discord arose in his home. Ardae resented him for many years, missing her family and the ways of their people. As a result, he found himself becoming more and more consumed with the politics between Arnor and Lindon, escaping the tension at home. As the force of Angmar grew, the violence against Arthedain become more frequent. The regions in the east were being conquered by the witch-king and Ereglin recognize a real threat against Fornost. Three years before the major assault began, Ereglin sent Ardae back to Mithlond to ensure her safety. He hated watching her ride away in the company of elven guards that accompanied her, and he some part of him wished he had not come to Fornost at all, but he was too proud to admit it or resign from his position. With his wife gone, Ereglin became cold, hardened by the sadness of his failure to make her happy and the looming danger that made him send her away. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- alaklondewen's post Ereglin had spent the greater part of the day in anticipation of a call from the king for council. In the early morning, he had surveyed the enemy’s forces from top of the second wall. Wave after wave, the horrid black creatures climbed, scratched, and attacked the walls of the city. Even with the aid of the Elven guard and the halfling army, the forces would not be able to withstand the fury of the enemy for much longer. With this understanding, the Councilor had prepared himself to stand before the king, because surely Arvedui would wish to have Elven guidance with a decision of such importance as what the final move of the city should be. He had sent his guards to fight on the wall in the late morning, and he would await the kings guard to escort him to Arvedui’s towers. ~~~ The sun was waning, and the late afternoon light lit the Emissary’s hall with a warm orange glow. Ereglin stood silently in the shadows still waiting for his call to council. He knew it was too late, and he felt like a bitter fool because of it. Many winters had come and gone since Ereglin had come to that city, and he clenched his teeth as he thought of time and energy he spent on the alliance between Lindon and Arthedain and what he had let go so the job would be done... Ereglin took a deep breath. The clamor in the city was becoming much closer, and the assaults against the wall shook the foundation of the Elf’s hall. Unconsciously his hand slid under his robe and gripped the leather hilt of his sword. A choice would have to be made soon, and if the king wished for one last stand, he would fight once again, alongside his guards. The idea was displeasing. He was a skilled bowman and spent several hours a week in exercise with his sword, so it was not that he did not have the ability. It was not that he was a coward, for he feared not death nor pain. However, his place was at a table with the intellectual, political minds, not in hand to hand combat with filthy beasts. The Emissary sighed again, and a knock at his door demanded his attention. “Come in.” He called, and a slight hope rose in his chest that one of the king’s guards would enter, summoning him to council. “Councilor Ereglin, I am pleased to find you here.” One of his young guards strode quickly before him with eyes flashing with adrenaline. “I would not be elsewhere, Gaeredhel.” Ereglin spoke under his breath, and then he hoped the young guard did not catch the bitterness in his voice. Swallowing the virulence he felt, the Councilor spoke again, more smoothly than before. “What tidings do you bring?” “The king, sir...he has called for a retreat to the north gate.” “Very well.” For the third time, Ereglin took a deep breath before he followed Gaeredhel out of the hall and into the streets. Last edited by piosenniel; 01-10-2005 at 01:22 AM.