Discussion Thread for THE ANCILLARION: Of the Silmarkenstone Conspiracy, etc.

[Morthoron]

Morthoron's character

NAME: Amarthanuin the Noegedhil

AGE (chronological): 1st Age (several thousand years)

AGE (mental): about 16

RACE(S): Half-dwarf (half-Sindarin)

GENDER: Male

SPECIAL WEAPONS/JEWELRY/OTHER ITEMS: The Naugrond -- Hammer of the Dwarves.

RENOWNED CRAFTSMAN WHO MADE THEM: Created by Telchar in the deeps of time (he actually whittled it on a lunch break during the days he was crafting Narsil).

SPECIAL ABILITIES: A dwarf's endurance and drinking ability, with elvish acuity and fashion sense.

SPECIAL PET(S): having also the dwarvish ability to speak with birds, he has as his companion the foul-speaking myna named Harlotesse'.

RELATIONSHIP TO TOLKIEN'S CHARACTER(S): He once saved Elrond from a bad hair day (with his Dwarvish crafting ability, he has learned to make intricate Elvish braids).

IS IN LOVE WITH: An unrequited love for the elf-maiden Rintintinavulaossea-Estelauder, whose father refused his proffer of marriage because of his unseemly height.

IS LOVED BY: No one, he does not fit in with the elves, who mock his shortness, nor the dwarves, who laugh at his parti-colored robes (Particularly the ones with the satin hoods).

APPEARANCE: He has smoldering green eyes flecked with black that turn a fiery red when he is angered. He is blessed with a wavy mop of brown hair that has silken strands of blond highlights that glisten in the early morning sun. He has a five-o'clock shadow even though he shaves constantly (having inherited a beard gene from his unknown dwarvish father). He's about 5'8'' with the gnarled muscles of the dwarven race, but his movements are agile with the predatory grace of a feline.

TOKEN FLAW/WEAKNESS (which proves that your character is NOT, repeat NOT, a Mary Sue!): His height, which is a constant cause for melancholy.

TRAGIC PAST/OTHER REASON FOR ANGST: His mother, a Sindarin elf, was raped by a dwarf of Tumunzahar during the sack of Menegroth after the death of Thingol. His mother, though wane from grief and embarrassment, still bore the cursed child out of a sense of duty and faith (Tolkien being Catholic and all). As she lay dying from blood loss, she uttered the famous prophecy:

All that is withered is not necessarily old,
Not all that ponder do deeply think.
Some haven't the sense to come in from the cold
Because they've had far too much to drink.

From the squat gawking up at the world --
Sorely mocked for his poor lack of height --
Shall get all the cool stuff and the girl,
In spite of his measure so slight.

(OPTIONAL) REALMS TO WHICH YOUR CHARACTER IS THE RIGHTFUL HEIR: His mother, who just happened to be Eol's sister, was heir to Nan Elmoth. At the end of his days, Amarthanuin shall steal a rowboat (knocking some Hobbit named Sam into the water), and sail out into the West. Unfortunately, he won't find Nan Elmoth because it is, of course, submerged.

REASON THE FATE OF MIDDLE-EARTH DEPENDS ON YOUR CHARACTER: Malbeth the Seer (under the influence of egg-nog well past its expiration date), mumbled this prophecy in the midst of vomiting:

Amarth the half-Sindarin
Never gained full Elvish height
And if you ever saw him
You would even say he's slight
All of the other Elflings
Used to laugh and call him names
They wouldn't let poor Amarth
Play in any Elvish games
Then one foggy yule-tide eve
Gandalf came to say
Amarth with your fashion flair
Won't you braid poor Elrond's hair
Then all the Elves, they loved him
And aplogized for their sport
But Amarth the half-Sindarin
Is and always will be short.

Ummm....sorry.

[Mithalwen]

Since Morth grabbed the cloaked figure at Bree ... I am going to make my elf geek one of those who rode out from Rivendell to seek the fellowship. Obviously Elrond didn't send her and she has all the inherent power of a fieldmouse but she has read a lot about Nazgul in the library...

[Morthoron]

So...while we wait for the rest of the group to make their introductory posts, I will amuse the crowd with a magic trick.

Hello ladies and germs *ba-dump-bump*

I, Mortho the Magnificent, shall endeavor -- for your mordant stupification -- to make myself disappear.

My voluptuous assistant, Bambi Vixen, shall place me in this nearly airtight, polystyrene container (which looks amazingly like a large beer cooler) and close the lid with a lethal combination of wood glue and and scotch tape. Before the count of three I will have indeed totally vacated the premise. Ready Bambi?

*A drum roll reverberates from the orchestra pit*

ONE...


TWO...

[Mithalwen]

Sorry Morth .. is Bambi Vixen perchance any relation to the lovely Samantha of ISIHAG fame?

[Mithalwen]

Character Description Form:


Mithalwen's character

NAME: Aglariel Faelivrin (Liv)

AGE (chronological):519

AGE (mental): 12

RACE(S): Technically Noldo but allegedly tainted by dowdy silvan blood.

GENDER: female

SPECIAL WEAPONS/JEWELLERY/OTHER ITEMS: A fiendishly sharp paper knife and a bow (home made)

RENOWNED CRAFTSMAN WHO MADE THEM: Maeglin did a little known sideline in stationery in Gondolin.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can make people disappear by talking to them. Clever but not in a useful way.

SPECIAL PET(S): A remarkably intelligent Fell pony, Denis. (Fell as in hill not demonic).

RELATIONSHIP TO TOLKIEN'S CHARACTER(S): Niece of Erestor through her mother. Glorfindel is a distant cousin on her father's.

IS IN LOVE WITH: Elrohir or maybe Elladan .. possibly both but doesn't matter since they don't notice her at all.

IS LOVED BY: Oh come on....

APPEARANCE: A plain elf. Brown hair, pale eyes of mirky grey-green. Not particularly tall not particularly anything.

TOKEN FLAW/WEAKNESS (which proves that your character is NOT, repeat NOT, a Mary Sue!): See above..and did I mention she was Erestor's niece?

TRAGIC PAST/OTHER REASON FOR ANGST: So impossibly dull that her feckless but more glamourous parents abandoned her at the age of 10 in Erestor's care with the excuse that they HAD to accompany Celebrian to Eressea.

(OPTIONAL) REALMS TO WHICH YOUR CHARACTER IS THE RIGHTFUL HEIR:
The library at Rivendell?

REASON THE FATE OF MIDDLE-EARTH DEPENDS ON YOUR CHARACTER: Ummmm ... she might have unwittingly read some crucial piece of information the significance of which she didn't appreciate at the time. Oh and she fancies herself as a healer. Inadvertant poisoning or at least heartburn may follow.

[Morthoron]

You know, we are merely playing immortals in a fan-fiction, we are not, in fact, truly incredibly long-lived. Therefore, if anyone can nudge the story along before we are indeed ensconced in the bowels of the Barrow Downs, it would be much appreciated.

[Nerwen]

Well, I was giving other people a chance to post...

But now that we've got three characters lurking in dark corners of the "Pony", maybe we can just proceed from there.

If this isn't too precipitous, Moonflower could ask after Aragorn (only human she knows) and that's how our heroes first get to hear there's an adventure in the offing...

(This scene should then be set a few days after the hobbits and Strider have left.)

And we need to work up to a Dramatic Reveal scene, where we all finally take our hoods off.

And Kit– how about my character and yours can't stand each other? ("Oh no... Auntie Astalder!")