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Linniriath
Linniriath
| Name | Linniriath |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Warden and Citizen of the Havens |
| Age | Unwithered |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Mithlond |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | His sharp silver-slate eyes, unadorned sweeping hair and solemn face, often kept at bay by a swift and jovial smile, speak volumes as to his nature. Flamboyant in gesture, vague yet generous in manner, and a reveller in music and song; they all belie the fighting prowess, dormant and roused from within in times of need, from a bygone era. His build serves the purpose he once held, and though he marches as a Warden when summoned, his hands are put now to more idle hobbies. Usually his attire is simple and practical, bearing only the intricate designs his kin love to weave in their works, though he can be seen wearing his duty's mantle: a hauberk and symbol of his rank, alluding to his status as a Warden of the Havens. The fragrant smell of many a wine can be discerned in his wake, and indeed he is often seen with a glass by his side when not on duty.
Most importantly he often wears a trinket that echoes his past: a belt buckle in the shape of an Uilos flower, wreathed of Oiolairë, the green bough of return. An idle trinket it would seem, nevertheless worn with an old pride and reverence.
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Background
A private elf at the best of times, his association and history with the Loth-i-Lonnath is no secret and much remains common knowledge of the achievements of his past retinue; and above all his purpose in the current age remains clear to those he meets. In these times, he can be seen hauling ropes and labouring with joy upon the quayside. However his many long years of deeds, renowned and unknown from the past, may be revealed at his whim, should he be asked. Be cautioned, however, for he will demand a worthy tale in turn!
| Friends | His Kinsmen, nearby and remote. Any who bring good will. |
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| Relatives | Daughters: Linnethril, Laerlin |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those of whom hinder his kinsmen's watch and vigil of the Havens. |
| Loves | His dearest daughters and their singing, Gwingriel, the music of Aearandir's harp, observing the many folk that may wander to the havens, their tales, songs and joy, and sharing his love of the sea in turn. |
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| Hates | Very little. |
| Motivation | To aid, in his part, the preservation of his kin's twilight years before the Departure. |
| Quotes | ''Come pilgrim, cast aside your weaponry and weariness, and exchange them for wine and song.'' |
