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Erennor
Erennor
| Name | Erennor |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Skilled scout and bowman in the service of Gondor |
| Age | Nine and thirty years old |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Lossarnarch; though his duty holds him over the River |
| Kinship | Faramir's men |
| Outward Appearance | A goodly man, pale-skinned, dark of hair with very keen and bright grey eyes and face sad and proud. Eager of mind, swift in understanding, long in memory, and he was moved sooner to pity than to laughter. As was the garb of his kindred in arms, he was clad in green and brown as if the better to walk unseen in the glades of the woods, blending with the colours of the living forest. Green gauntlets covered his hands and a great bow he bore, almost in his own height, and a quiver of long green-feathered arrows on his back.
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Background
Here follows a part of the tale
Of Erennor and his kin
Erennor was born in the year 2979 of the Third Age in Lossarnach, the Vale of Flowers, where his mother Yridhren resided. His sire, Erendir, was a soldier of Gondor and a Ranger of Ithilien; for he was descended from folk who lived there at a time before it was overrun, and from such men the Lord Denethor chose his forayers, who crossed the Anduin secretly (how or where, they would not say) to harry the Orcs and other enemies that roamed between the Ephel Dúath and the River. Tall, grey-eyed and dark-haired he was; and for his fair and noble face and valor of bearing, Yridhren had eyes for little else ever since they first met and she called him Baindir; and for the softness and gentleness of her heart and her bright eyes, he loved her. Wise and learned she was and ever prefered the green valleys on the hills than the City of Minas Tirith. There in the woods of Lossarnach she often went with Erendir after they plighted their troth and she found much joy with him among the sea of flowers under the clear sky of blue and light of the sun.
Their only child Erennor, was raised mainly by his mother, for his father was often long away from home with the host that guarded the borders of Ithilien, the Garden of Gondor. Yet he still came as often as he could, but after his brother Thangurdir was slain in a foray by an orc-shaft, he returned seldom, his heart being heavy of woe by his loss and his mood changed since then for he took the blame upon himself for the death of his brother, though in truth there was naught that he could do. As the years passed this grieved his wife ever the more and often she went to the woods alone recalling of their former days and was sad, but she had her son still who resemled his father in looks and she found much comfort in him. He learned much of what lore and knowledge she had and in time he was taught the Sindarin tongue or a different dialect of it; for his forefathers knew it and handed it on to their children as a matter of lore.
As the years passed, Erennor grew swiftly to a strong man, alike his sire in face and stature but like his mother in mind and at times in mood. When he came to manhood, his father came to see him and to mark the day he took him away and they rode together to green Lebennin nigh to the coastlands and there he beheld the wide Sea from so close, for the first time; and looking over from atop a high hill covered with a sward of grass under the azure sky, he told him the tale of Numenor -which he had first learned when he was a boy-, as the fresh air from the water coming up the lands blew softly on their faces and their hair waved in the air, and white gulls could be seen and heard in the distance up in the cool airs. His mother gave him a fine cloak and hood of green hue that she wove herself.
After some time he went into the service of Gondor and joined with the skilled men of Ithilien and there he met from close Lord Faramir, and he too came to love him as all the people did; for he was a captain that men would follow and a man that could govern men and beasts. And though he was glad for he saw his father often, his mind went to his mother, for Yridhren would (as she thought) be thus separated from both of her two dearest persons of her later life. None of her kin lived now save her sister who was far away in Rohan whereupon her heart was given for love of her husband, a Rider of the Mark, young and bold, golden-haired with eyes of blue.
This proved hard indeed for her to bear and she was wandering alone again silent in grief among the trees and in the sunlit glades, her thought passing back into the happier years of her youth and to her first meeting with Erendir and the coming of their son; and she took the harp and made songs of lamentation, and in the sleepless watches of the night she stood still on a lofty mound looking down towards the green haze of Ithilien and a grey mist was in her eyes. Her son still came as often as he could and then her spirits were lifted and the brightness returned in her eyes at his coming, yet as much as was her joy, woe still had a part in her for she longed to see Baindir and be with him again as they used to in days long now gone.
One day after unquiet sleep she asked Erennor to journey to Rohan if he would and find her sister and see how she fares, as there had been no news of her for a long while; therefore he pleaded for leave from his service for a short time and it was granted to him. Thus it came to pass that on a morning of fair sun in the bright spring he started his sojourn to Rohan, the land of the Horse-lords, the Rohirrim as the people of Gondor called them.
He rode along the Great West Road and passed by the hill of Amon Din and came in the evening nigh to the path that turned left leading to Eilenach. There in a lodge nearby he was welcomed by the Beacon-wardens for they were glad of the company and desired to have news. Ere sunrise of the next morn, Erennor and one of them went up on the summit of the hill and had a morsel in the grey light and surveyed the lands ahead. Soon after they rode together, for the warden was heading that way as well, to Nardol for turn of duty. When they arrived Erennor and his horse rested there for a while ere they started again and came at late evening nigh to Min rimmon where they stayed till the morn. Then he rode by Calenhad and when the shades of the night started to deepen he reached the eaves of the Firien Wood (as the Rohirrim called it) and there met the Beacon-wardens of Halifirien and in their lodge nearby he slept.
On the following day he passed the borders of Gondor and the wide open rich plains of East Rohan opened before him. As he was riding he saw from afar a woman whose golden hair flowed loose in the wind, and as they caught the sun they shone and shimmered, and about her was a green cloak streaming behind. He went near and the singing voice of the maid could then be heard and Erennor was moved by it, and as he looked at her face he was enamoured of her: young and golden-haired with eyes of blue; unlike most of the women in Gondor that he had seen. And though the maid spoke a little she suddenly knew in herself the love that she bore for him, and felt the emptiness of her days. Erennor desired to stay more with her but after their short converse he rode on again for he had not yet reached his journey's end; yet ever since his mind was filled of her loveliness. When at last he came to the village wherein his mother's sister and her kin lived, he was welcomed by her in their house and stayed there for a while ere his long journey back home would start. Not much did Iridhreniel shared with him, for not long ago her daughter took sick and died young and she met her grief in silence and coldness of heart and laughter was stilled in that house since then. Erennor pitied her, for the sorrow she bore was graven on her face.
The morning was still young and cool when he set out and he hoped to see the fair maid again ere he would leave Rohan behind, but he found her not and thus it was set in his mind to ride thither again, when he could do so. And so he rode on swiftly and the following day the land of Anorien was passing by; and he descried the glimpse of high white peaks, glimmering like floating isles above the clouds as they caught the light of the westering moon.
When he drew nigh to the White City the light of day grew in the sky and he looked up; and where the white mountains of Ered Nimrais came to their end the dark mass of Mountain Mindoulluin could be seen, and upon its out-thrust knee was the Guarded City, with its seven walls of stone so strong and old that it seemed to have been not builded but carven by giants out of the bones of the earth. And as he gazed the walls passed from looming grey to white, blushing faintly in the dawn; and suddenly the sun climbed over the eastern shadow and sent forth a shaft that smote the face of the City. The Tower of Ecthelion, standing high within the topmost walls, shone out against the sky glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, tall and fair and shapely and its pinnacle glittered as if it were wrought of crystals; and white banners broke and fluttered from the battlements in the morning breeze and high and far he heard a clear ringing as of silver trumpets. And so at the rising of the sun he returned to the heart of the realm of Gondor.
And he halted and cried aloud: ''O Minas Tirith! Last living memory of the long gone splendour and glory of Numenor out of the western seas!''
[This is but the summary of the full story. Though most of it will stay the same there is more I want to add and perhaps make few small changes. In future days there will be chapters that will fill in much of what is said in this story, such as Of the Meeting of Erennor and Aeleva (the fair maid he met in Rohan), Of the the night at the Firien Wood and more. The sketch was created by the lady Alassea Earello especially for Erennor. Illustrations for the story I will try myself in days to come]
[When RP-tag is off, I am not role playing. I am not In Character in Eriador. Erennor lives in Gondor, but may be seen for a while in Rohan too]
| Friends | This character has some friends but they are in his tale and not yet in-game. |
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| Relatives | There are relatives in the tale of this character. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The enemies of Gondor. |
| Loves | Watching the setting sun from the Window on the West. And when the night draws to an end, looking at the moonset over Gondor as fair Ithil goes from Middle-earth and glances upon the white locks of old Mindolluin. |
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| Hates | Dishonesty, untruth. |
| Motivation | Love for his kin and Aeleva. To see the Silver Crown return and Minas Tirith in peace. |
| Quotes | Need brooks no delay, yet late is better than never. |
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