Post by Sylvarias on Sept 19, 2014 18:35:21 GMT -5
[This is a work in process, I just wanted to give you an idea of who Sylvarias is. I do plan on adding more to this as I go. A thing of note, most of the Elvish is Sindarin, except for "Lórinand (Lothlórien) and ūrif (orc) which are Nandorin. Nandorin is the original language of the Elves of Greenwood, of which her grandfather was part of, before the change to Mirkwood.]
A little more than 112 years ago, in T.A. 2906, Sylvarias Myrnmeril (literally Black Rose) was born. Her name came by way of her situation. A lovely rose amid the black shadow. The first 20 years of her life, she resided where she was born, a small community of Wood Elves living in the shadow of Dol Guldur. Her parents were both sentinels that protected the woods of their community. However, Sylvarias' arrival, whilst both her parents were overjoyed to have her in their lives, posed a problem. They didn't want her raised so close to the looming shadow. They made the difficult decision to send her with her Aduadar (twice Father/Grandfather) on his journey to Celondim. Along the way he would tell her stories of Lórinand and the ūrif that came to Dol Guldur.
She never understood his stories but she was always fascinated by them. Hearing of her parents' bravery in their watches, she told her Aduadar she wanted to grow up to be like them. On her 50th birthday, he commissioned her first bow, after the fashion of her Ada's. The moment she held it, she knew this was where she was meant to be. As she grew, her skills grew as well. She knew that she would never be the guardians her parents were; she found new ways of putting her skills to the test, and one of them was collecting hides for the local tailor. Through this, she also found her love of working with her hands, deciding that in order to be a better archer, she had to be a bowyer as well.
For several more years, she found happiness being taught by the local Elves and honing her skills. It wasn't until her 90th year that something changed her life forever. Some of the merchants decided to head to Imladris for a festival being held there and they needed protection until they reached the gates of Bree, for they were meeting others for the rest of the journey there. She was one of the five that were chosen to go with them. The trip was largely unenventful. It wasn't until she reached the gates of Bree that she had seen her first glimpse of the race of Man.
Her eyes fell upon a fair haired boy, who was near fully grown; however, still in his adolescence, she had mistaken him for a female. She was fascinated by 'her' and took leave of the company sooner than she should have. Instead of returning to Celondim right away, she stayed behind, trying to learn as much about Men as she could. She eventually realised her mistake, but was still as fascinated as before. She spent about a year in Bree and surrounding areas, sitting in taverns, exchanging stories with those who didn't mind an Elf's presence.
When she finally returned to Celondim, her Aduadar didn't recognise her. She had fashioned her once long auburn tresses into the boy's style she had first seen -- shortly cropped, tapered at the nape of her neck. She had even began introducing herself as Blackrose, dropping the Elvish but keeping its meaning. Even her clothing had taken a more rough design, the elegant Elven fabrics sat farther and farther down in her storage.
As she approached her 110th birthday, she realised that though she loved the race of Man, she couldn't forsake her own heritage. After much thought, she created a style that uniquely hers: Elven dresses with the hoods of Men, or Men's clothing with Elven touches. --to be continued.
A little more than 112 years ago, in T.A. 2906, Sylvarias Myrnmeril (literally Black Rose) was born. Her name came by way of her situation. A lovely rose amid the black shadow. The first 20 years of her life, she resided where she was born, a small community of Wood Elves living in the shadow of Dol Guldur. Her parents were both sentinels that protected the woods of their community. However, Sylvarias' arrival, whilst both her parents were overjoyed to have her in their lives, posed a problem. They didn't want her raised so close to the looming shadow. They made the difficult decision to send her with her Aduadar (twice Father/Grandfather) on his journey to Celondim. Along the way he would tell her stories of Lórinand and the ūrif that came to Dol Guldur.
She never understood his stories but she was always fascinated by them. Hearing of her parents' bravery in their watches, she told her Aduadar she wanted to grow up to be like them. On her 50th birthday, he commissioned her first bow, after the fashion of her Ada's. The moment she held it, she knew this was where she was meant to be. As she grew, her skills grew as well. She knew that she would never be the guardians her parents were; she found new ways of putting her skills to the test, and one of them was collecting hides for the local tailor. Through this, she also found her love of working with her hands, deciding that in order to be a better archer, she had to be a bowyer as well.
For several more years, she found happiness being taught by the local Elves and honing her skills. It wasn't until her 90th year that something changed her life forever. Some of the merchants decided to head to Imladris for a festival being held there and they needed protection until they reached the gates of Bree, for they were meeting others for the rest of the journey there. She was one of the five that were chosen to go with them. The trip was largely unenventful. It wasn't until she reached the gates of Bree that she had seen her first glimpse of the race of Man.
Her eyes fell upon a fair haired boy, who was near fully grown; however, still in his adolescence, she had mistaken him for a female. She was fascinated by 'her' and took leave of the company sooner than she should have. Instead of returning to Celondim right away, she stayed behind, trying to learn as much about Men as she could. She eventually realised her mistake, but was still as fascinated as before. She spent about a year in Bree and surrounding areas, sitting in taverns, exchanging stories with those who didn't mind an Elf's presence.
When she finally returned to Celondim, her Aduadar didn't recognise her. She had fashioned her once long auburn tresses into the boy's style she had first seen -- shortly cropped, tapered at the nape of her neck. She had even began introducing herself as Blackrose, dropping the Elvish but keeping its meaning. Even her clothing had taken a more rough design, the elegant Elven fabrics sat farther and farther down in her storage.
As she approached her 110th birthday, she realised that though she loved the race of Man, she couldn't forsake her own heritage. After much thought, she created a style that uniquely hers: Elven dresses with the hoods of Men, or Men's clothing with Elven touches. --to be continued.