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Nestoron

Nestoron
| Name | Nestoron |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | A healer within the halls of Tham Send. |
| Age | Born in the third age. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Within Imladris. |
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| Outward Appearance | Appearance; Nestoron is one of the Sindarin elves, one of the elves of the twilight. He boasts no impressive height or a body corded with thick muscle from long years of war. He stands at an average height among his kin and with a slim frame, though one may not be able to tell this upon first glance under the thick robes he is usually dressed in. His thick blond hair is often pulled back out of his way in a long braid down his back, or an intricately braided bun atop his head. A furrowed brow, and lips twitched downward in thought, are a commonplace sight in stark contrast to the gentle features of his face.
Demeanor; Although he may appear stern or cross at first glance, Nestoron is not one to offer many biting words. Often he is consumed with the thoughts and concerns of those underneath his care as a healer. He errs on the side of compassion and empathy for those around him, though he is not without his vices; reckless behavior that results in treatment has been known to stir his ire, and one may find themselves on the more severe end of his (usually kind) tone if one were to make light of the atmosphere of the halls of healing. All of that aside, he is a patient listener and does not shy away from offering advice, be it solicited or otherwise. Although he moves and speaks with the fluid grace required of a healer, there is an empty sheath on his belt where a sword once was carried.
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Background


Early Life;
Nestoron was born to Sindarin parents whilst they dwelled within the realm of Lorien during the time of the Watchful Peace. His father was one of the march-wardens who protected the golden boughs of the fair woods, and his mother was a minstrel whose deft hand in music was most commonly seen in her skill in getting him to sleep as a young ellon. Though his grandfather, on his mother's side, passed ere his birth, Nestoron was raised on the stories of his prowess as a healer and bravery of pursuing such a craft amidst a time of war on Arda.
Though Nestoron attempted to follow in his father's footsteps and become a march-warden, the more violence he saw and witnessed, the greater his desire grew to become a healer. Shortly after he became of age, he abandoned his pursuit of studying the arts of swordplay and defense, and instead took up study as an apprentice to the healers of Lorien.


Arrival at Imladris;
With the return of Sauron marking the end of the Watchful Peace, Nestoron's parents made the decision to travel to the Grey Havens with a number of other elves from the fair lands of Lorien. The company traveled northwards through Anduin and the High Pass of the Misty Mountains, only taking brief respite in the Vale of Imladris. While there, Nestoron came to the realization that he did not share the desire of his kin to sail from Arda yet, believing that he had more to learn and to offer as a healer.
Few of the company remained in Imladris with him, one being his childhood friend Aglargir, who went from being a march-warden of Lorien to a guard of the Rivendell Valley. For Nestoron, the chance to study the knowledge-stores of Imladris and learn from great healers, not the least of which was the Lord Elrond overseeing all, was one too great to pass up. It was a task he took to readily and with great fervor, and within time had learned much, and soon he no longer had to be considered a mere apprentice.
It was around this time he also adopted (or rather had it thrust upon him) the name "Nestoron", meaning "healer", as Aglargir was fond of referring to him as such rather than his proper name. After so many years, those who know his father-name or mother-name are now either gone or simply minding their tongues out of respect.


Present Work;
In recent days, Nestoron has become a staple sight within the healing halls of Imladris, or within the restful walls of Tham Send. He is not often seen without a large satchel from which herbs and antidotes regularly poke out of the old leather. He regards his work with the utmost somberness and care; rarely can he be seen away from the walls that he works within, only sparing the time and distance when he must go collect herbs. Even then he usually collects from the marketplace of Imladris, allowing others to go in his stead and paying them for their time spent fetching the resources that the healers require.
Occasionally, however, when the sun is warm and there are more healers than there are patients to be seen, Nestoron can be found outside the Valley, traipsing through the High Moor with flowers and brambles caught on his cloak, spending the long day tediously fetching the herbs himself.
Nestoron is diligent in his work towards all those who come seeking aid, be it trivial or life-threatening, and makes time to lend an ear for those whose suffering is beyond that of the hröa. He cares deeply for his patients and is unafraid to try new or unorthodox methods to cater to the needs of each, though he is not often (or ever) seen taking such time for himself.

Do you know Nestoron?
Perhaps, if;
- You lived in Lorien during the time of the Watchful Peace or thereafter.
- You lived in Imladris during the Third Age, following the breaking of the Watchful Peace.
- You have visited Tham Send, be it for treatment of injury, to rest, or to speak with the healers there.
Please feel welcome to message me on LA if you wish to discuss RP or in-character relationships.

| Friends | He considers most of his fellow healers to be his friends. |
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| Relatives | His mother and his father have recently left Imladris to make for the Grey Havens of Lindon; otherwise, he claims no blood kin. |
| Rivals/Enemies | He has no enemies except the winter frost which may kill off needed herbs. |
| Loves | Citrus teas, ornamental decorations, and being taught something new as he works. |
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| Hates | Chamomile; the taste, the touch, and the smell. Perceived reckless behavior. Swimming, or being near bodies of water. |
| Motivation | To see all those who come into the halls of healing leave rested and recovered. |
| Quotes | "I have a feeling that this will be a long story. I have time." |

