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Ithilwe
Ithilwe "Ithil" Piligrin
| Name | Ithilwe |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Healer/Caretaker |
| Age | Ancient. Born in the 4th century of the First Age. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Currently Imladris. Though he rarely leaves his quarters. |
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| Outward Appearance | Ithilwe bears the ethereal, striking beauty of his mixed heritage. He stands tall, though he is often considered on the short side for an Elf. His frame is lithe and lightly muscled from ages of wielding a bow, and his skin remains pale and smooth, remarkably free of visible scars despite the millennia of war he has endured. His most striking feature is his long, shining silver hair that seems to glow like the moonlight he was named for, framing large, sorrowful grey eyes. Once known for wearing the bright blue and silver tunics of his youth, his garments now reflect the heavy, unyielding mourning of his spirit. He is perpetually shrouded in black, a deep frown etched upon his lips. Despite the darkness of his attire, he bears three distinct flashes of color, all anchors to the love he lost:
Other Things to Note: Languages: Exilic Quenya (Fluent), Doriathrin and Noldorin Sindarin (Fluent), Westron (Conversational) Skills: Archery (he has spent most of his life training as an archer in both Gil-Galad's and then Elrond's armies.) Healer (After seeing Idril Celebrindal healing many survivors of Gondolin, he was inspired to learn all that he could of the healing arts.) Traits/Qualities: Ithilwe is shy and a bit quiet, and is hard pressed to initiate a conversation, but once you get to know him, he is kind and always willing to lend a helping hand. Ithilwe is seemingly innocent and naive, but he knows the horrors of the world just like anyone else who lived through the first age of the sun. He is incredibly stubborn and has a hard time opening up to others. |
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Background
Ithilwe is a survivor of the greatest tragedies of the First Age. He was born in the hidden city of Gondolin to two archers of the House of the Heavenly Arch, led by Lord Egalmoth. His mother was a Sindar of Doriath, and his father was a Noldor who had endured the crossing of the grinding ice of the Helcaraxë.
When Gondolin fell to fire and ruin, a young Ithilwe was forced to flee, carrying the trauma of that night for the rest of his immortal life. He followed the survivors to Lindon, and eventually to the refuge of Imladris under the rule of Elrond. Having witnessed Idril Celebrindal tirelessly healing the survivors of his ruined home, he was inspired to dedicate himself to the healing arts alongside his mastery of the bow.
He fought through the ages, eventually finding a profound, life-altering love with a fellow survivor of Gondolin, Amathlan. However, the wounds on Amathlan's hröa and fëa proved too great, driving him to the Last Shores and leaving Ithilwe behind.
Now, suffering from recent trials and wounds received in Angmar, Ithilwe is a ghost haunting the halls of Imladris. He feels out of place wherever he goes, heavily burdened by the departure of the one he loved most.
| Friends | Very few who tarry on these shores. But Ioranir, Dalbran, Envandame, Galtharian and Seregrian have all become trusted friends. |
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| Relatives | None remain on this side of the sea but Arrvelas, his cousin, whom he was recently reunited with. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None these days. |
| Loves | Amathlan he loves most of all, though his heart remains heavy in the wake of Amathlan's departure from the shores of Middle Earth. Good food, Reading in the Imladris library, All races of the free people, Lavender tea. |
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| Hates | Being ignored or talked to as if he does not understand the subject matter. Fire, if not contained, terrifies him deeply. |
| Motivation | Ridding Middle Earth of evil so that one day he can see his family and Amathlan again in Valinor. |
| Quotes | The night may be dark and full of terror, but the light of the moon always shines through to bring calm to the world. |
Ithilwe's Adventures
| The Sun and The Moon | 5 years 4 months ago |
| I Dreamed | 5 years 5 months ago |
| "Boring" Festivities | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Lost and Found | 5 years 6 months ago |
| To Be Like Him | 5 years 7 months ago |
