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Thranondren

Lord Thanondren, Silverswan of Mirkwood
| Name | Thranondren |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Western Flank Commander of the Woodland Force |
| Age | Very Old |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Mirkwood/Wanderer |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | As the light pierces through the field, you see a tall fair looking elf, taller than most elves that would be around the average height of 6 feet, while this silver haired sindarin elf with icy blue eyes would be almost 6'6" feet tall. The elf has thick braids tied together with flowery vines, hanging down past his shoulders. The vines grow into and out of the hair, and covers it with spore that seem to twinkle with the light. His skin tone seems to be oddly between feeling like the sun had gently kissed him on his forehead and being as pale as the snow of the Misty mountains.
This brawny elf’s forged steel spaulders rest over its leaf-like silver scaled Mithril mail: the armor plates over his shoulders have been forged artfully to resemble beautiful long swan feathers, that overlap with the long strains of an alloy between silver and elven steel plated swan feathers of his flowing cloak that appears almost as a pure silvery mist. In rainy weather, if he does not move and covers his shining silver and mithril cuirass, people might not even notice him. In the night sky, because of the small jewels that adorn it, gives at first glance the impression that little stars are dancing on his cloak. His elven steel breastplate rests upon a thick linen and leather black hauberk which is tailored for a long, athletic frame which covers his whole body as a comfortable but light pillow for his armor. The breastplate is etched sweetly and gracefully with a pattern of chained wildflower's vine which connects and fits exactly with the etches of the spaulders, boots and gauntlets. His slim leather girdle which perfectly blends in with the breastplate which both point downwards in a united meeting point in the middle of the cuirass, with matching sword hangers and custom scabbards, its stamped all over with knot work antlers and grapevines. It bears a maker’s mark, which the elf often points out to admiring commenters, as the successful leatherworker is also a long lost friend of the warrior. His plated boots have a wide sequined cuff resembling fish scales, reflecting the slightest light in watery, rippling patterns on the ground around them. These soft-soled elven boots have a gracefully rounded toe, rather than pointed, and leave no sound or print when traveling through the wilderness. This Elf is wearing a beautifully crafted ring that shines a light upward. When pointed to the night sky, it will blink when pointing it to the guiding star of Manwë. The small, octagonal, silver ring consists of small vine pins. Each pin has two long, pointed tines joined under a spidery setting holding a single, polished, perfectly round black pearl: a naturally phosphorescent semi-precious stone rumored to be used for protecting against scrying and mind-reading.
In his left hand clasped into his fist in a reverse grip sits a long beautiful elven curved sword made out of a glimmering blue and silver elven steel alloy, which when around the forces of darkness glitters faintly a blue hue. The blade itself is one sided the dull upper side of it being beautifully etched with grapevines and with small well connected and placed holes which makes the sword itself aerodynamic and lighter in the hand, while keeping a very beautiful noble and graceful aspect.
In his right hand clasped into his other fist in a straight grip sits also a long beautiful elven crafted sword but this blade is double edged and broader than the one sitting in the left hand. The blade is made of the same alloy but without any intricate and beautifully connected holes which decreases the aerodynamic of the sword and increasing its weight compared to its counter-part. The golden handguard of the sword while not being as any normal handguard has different etchings and markings like the armor of the elf, that meet in one central singular point where a shining ruby sits embedded. While this blade did not have necessarily a graceful or noble aspect to it vibrated with a royal but raw intimidating aspect.
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Background
| Friends | King Thranduil and the sindarin & silvan elves of Mirkwood. |
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | Sauron, Forces of Darkness, Spiders of Mirkwood |
| Loves | Music, Wildlife, Forests, Mountains, Food, Wine, Isolation. |
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| Hates | Wrongdoers, The Enemy, Stubborn people, Cowards |
| Motivation | Maintaining Middle Earth and specifically any Sindarin Sanctuaries safe. |
| Quotes | "Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was, so it ever will be. In time, all foul things come forth." |
