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Eluineth

Eluineth
| Name | Eluineth |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | A minstrel, ever with blade and unspoken purpose. |
| Age | Neither old, nor young. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Middle-Earth, and whichever place within it her chosen path draws. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Eluineth is an Elven maiden, strong in both form and spirit, whose sing-song voice is ornamented with a notable Telerin accent. Her sun-kissed auburn hair is usually woven in a thick braid, and her hands show the markings of hard work, usually bearing the graze of stray needles. Whether outfitted for scouting or adorned in the regal garb of the Eldar, Eluineth always seems to don some shade of blue, and also bears a signature cloak of gleaming white with a small azure flower sown into the fold of its hood. A ring seemingly carved of shell, pale and opalescent, is worn proudly upon the index finger of her right hand.
In addition, unless forbidden by custom, there are two weapons that are ever borne proudly upon her side:
The first is a curved dagger of Noldorin make. Its hilt is wrought of gold and pressed into its elegantly carved curves are two gemstones, aquamarine and garnet, seemingly stretched into a fine thread and woven together in an almost imperceptibly thin line. Its blade is of a polished steel that gleams as silver and the dagger itself seems weighted with memory, as if it were some heirloom of times long past. Dear to her and weighted with meaning, this is a weapon Eluineth bears with greatest ease and familiarity, and oft a glance is cast to it when in battle.
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Background
Though she carries herself with confidence, Eluineth is quiet among all things and keenly observant, more eager to ask questions than share answers. Perhaps that is why so little seems to be openly known of her past, or even her present affairs, though some may know that she hails from Mithlond, a fact not mentioned oft by her. But despite her quiet, behind her calm manner lies a restlessness that flitters behind her pale blue eyes, a restlessness that seems to never keep her in one place for too long. Eluineth can often be found by some body of water if wandering through the wilds, and if among her kin, one can find her around the nearest minstrel or asking some grand tale of battle, if not quietly weaving a melody of her own.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None that remain upon the shores. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Known only to her. |
| Loves | One, and her kindred above all things, with each place they've beautified. Spoken Quenya. Places nearest water. Music of every Age. The color blue. Tales of ages past. The Eldar and their glory, and the Noldorin, in particular. Fear. |
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| Hates | Does not hate, but keeps distance from scholars. Dislikes journals, books, tomes and writing. An avoidance of Men, and things too quick to fade. Loathes darkness of many kinds. Places arid. Manipulation. Fear. |
| Motivation | Known only to those close to her, but if asked she would say her quest is to spare sorrow from her kindred and to conquer darkness: found both without, and within. |
| Quotes | ~ "We must learn to love the waves as they run, ere they cease. For yet runs the Sea, and all that must be." |
