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Tinw
Tinw Meneliel
| Name | Tinw |
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| Occupation | Signs follower and stargazer. |
| Age | A lady who says her age can not keep a secret ... |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Middle-Earth |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | She is tall, full-bosomed, and long-limbed, with compact shoulders. Although her back is lightly arched she appears as both straight and flexible. Her fine wrists and ankles that can only be achieved by the grace and finesse of a dancer, contrasts with the first tough impression most can have. Her whole figure reflects an unusual strength, without detracting from the femininity of her appearance. But her faces seems to have been choped with a knife, and her long and wide grey eyes confirm the cold and sharp first feeling. She is all feminin, in spite of her bearing and her garments.The latter are incongruous, in view of her present environs. Her ruled silver hair, hangs in a long braid to her chest, confined at its end in a barette. A precious circlet, crafted in Tirion, is surrounding her head.
On one shapely hip she wears a straight double-edged sword: Eregwaew, the "Holly Wind", and on the other a long dirk: Galadvedui, the "Last Light" that the most valuable foes can see before passing away. The only thing she can support behind her, are a quiver and Nasthun, the "Piercing Heart". It is wise to approach her frankly, from the front, and uncovered.
She is hard with the powerfull, and gentle with the weak. She would rather die than depart from the meaning of honor. She is a nice person in all, some even says that she can be of good compagny when she decides to break the ice, despite she prefers to stand alone. Some others reported that they saw an elf huntress, running, alone in the deep night of the darkest places of Angmar... A bleeding ear necklace bouncing on her chest, rythming her ample and light course. These are talks of drunk people, just good to frightened childish minds, do not pay attention to them.
is made of light, she is lit and lights around her. If there's something dark in her, that is well hided.
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Background
The first two were among the seventy-four of the third.
Then one was subject to the will of Manwë after the water became red.
The one from the two first became three after ice return to water.
In the great division into two the water took the first to the Caves of Mandos.
Then the flesh of his flesh and the second went closer to the beginning.
Since, the third, and the second of the last two became three and then four during a night populated by comets.
I am that fourth.
We live in the trees and since, the water is sweet as milk.
I became a scout, more for my love for nature than by legacy of the very first,
like him I "converse" with the stars, about to choice my way.
A milky way.
| Loves | to be in tune. At the right time, at the right place |
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| Hates | She hates being surprised, and it is really advised to do not approach her from behind. |
| Motivation | to bring back her all family to Aman, and meet her great grand-mother elsewhere than in her dreams. |
| Quotes | Without fear and beyond reproach |
