Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Feawing
Feawing
| Name | Feawing |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer |
| Age | Old . |
| Race | Elf |
|---|---|
| Residence | Celondim |
| Kinship | Galadhlin |
| Outward Appearance | Feawing has sparkling sea green eyes,with an intense and exploratory glance,that makes it feel she looks you deep inside the soul. She has long, flowing raven black hair.
With a tall, slim and graceful figure she is a beauty for the eye. Skeptical and shy, she is always on guard against enemies. Always prepared to defend herself.
|
|---|
Background
Her birth name is Feawen,later called Feawing. A proud noldor elf. She was born in Tirion in Valinor, in Aman's land. Her parents came from Cuiviénen. They followed faithfully Finwë on the great journey to Aman. The most wonderful thing she knew was to sit under her tree and look out over the sea and just let the mind wander aimlessly. Or to sit and enjoy the sight of Telperion and Laurelin, whose rays of gold and silver mixed with each other. Her father was a master of the craft. She learned of him to make from stone nice colourful jewelry. The day when everything changed, gave her deep scars on her soul.
The day when her wonderful life ended. The day when the eclipse came to Valinor in the form of Melkor. She'll never forget the sorrow of the loss of Telperion and Laurelin. Or the grief that struck her beloved parents, when they heard that their great noble king had been killed. The loss of King Finwë was priceless. One decided that they should leave Aman. They chose to follow Fingolfin. Her father's trust to Fëanor was very weak and Feawen remembered the trip as one big pain. She can still remember the fear that came over her when she sat hidden behind some bushes with her mother in Alqualondë. The sound of painful cries, sword edges being turned against each other, and the sweet smell of blood. Her beloved father was mortally wounded there in Alqualondë.
The next thing she remembers is that her mother carries her aboard a ship. She will never forget her mother's desperate and despairing cry or her despair to Fingolfin and the rest of her people, when they realized that Fëanor had left them there in Araman. The journey of Helcaraxë she remembered nothing of. It has completely replaced her. In middle-earth, she lived with her mother and Fingolfin's people in Hithlum. Later, they followed lord Fingolfin and the rest of his people to Gondolin. Fëanor's name was never mentioned amongst them, after the tragic event. Too much had the betrayal done to her family. Gondolin could never replace her beautiful Tirion, nor the beauty of Telperion and Laurelin. But she began to thrive there. She took up again the work she and her father was doing in Valinor. And eventually she became a sought-after jewel. Sometimes she loved to run around in the woods. By Edain, she was called Feawing. Because she ran so lightly and playfully, that it looked like as if she was flying. She was happy the years she lived there. So it was possible to bear and a little bit forget the big grief that struck her when she was little kid in Valinor
She was again forced to leave, and all her happiness was taken away when the darkness came to Gondolin. Her mother was brutally killed. So Feawing had tears leaving her lifeless mother's body, and follow the other survivors . In Sirion she lived long together with other survivors of Gondolin and Doriath. But all of a sudden she became restless, and peered further into the middle-earth. She came to Imladris one sunny day and was trapped by the valley's beauty. There she found peace and settled down. On her journey, she meet some friends and with the same friends she made an association called Bar-En Galadhlin, (Song of the trees, in honor of Telperion and Laurelin), with one goal in mind: To return back to Valinor.
| Friends | Many |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Father: Faeron. Mother: Emiriel |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | She loves the beauty of the nature. |
|---|---|
| Hates | None. |
| Motivation | Fight for things she believe in. |
| Quotes | Finding the path is the same as finding the calling in life. |
Feawing's Adventures
| The smell of blood | 13 years 5 months ago |
| Leaving Imladris | 13 years 5 months ago |
