G O B E N N A S
{ HISTORY }

{ A small note; much of this history is a summary, with major details left out to discover through RP. So some events and happenings may not make sense, or seem too close together chronologically. This is only because it is a summary. A really long one, at that. :T }

Born beneath the boughs of Mirkwood, Tinurendis' { SIND. "star-wanderer" } earlier years were spent in a time of great change. As a child she witnessed the arrival of the Sindar in the 1200th year of the Second Age, whereat her Silvan kin had taken upon themselves their very first king, and lived under their rule ever since. Her family cared little for the monarchy, for they had lived leaderless for many an Age and saw no need for one now, nonetheless welcoming their newfound neighbours so long as they proved not to disrupt their traditional way of life.

Such were the values Tinurendis had grown with. Eruianor { SIND. "first sun" }, her sire, was a simple Elf with an affinity for life and creation, spending many of his days cultivating what could be grown within their forest, while her mother Laerel { SIND. "summer star" } loved nothing more than the writing of poetry and singing into the night. Though being young and curious as youth are, Tinurendis loved to hear the tales and laments carried over from the Sunken Land, and found many friends among the Grey-Elves.

Following the migration to the mountains and finally further North, Tinurendis' family worked to help establish the Thranduil's kingdom through collaborating with the farmers from Doriath in creating spaces to grow food to share among all. In return, Eruianor was taught many things about architecture and building, and through his knowledge he, with his children and companions, facilitated the making of a large vineyard, soon being one of many used to stock the Elvenking's wine cellar.

Tinurendis' work was to deliver wine and wheat. Through her delivering wheat she befriended the son of baker, of whom she became betrothed to and then married after many years. Wine went predominantly to the Elvenking's Halls, where she would linger if she could catch the guard in their routine training. It was after a time that she discovered, after being caught, that her mother-in-law's work within the Halls was in fact with the guard as a trainer in combat.

Sílavellas { SIND. "shining strength" } only took her daughter-in-law under her wing after much persuasion and assurance that her son, who loved less a life by the blade, was in agreement. Tinurendis promised that she only wished to further her swordplay skills and had no intention of fighting alongside the military, and so her training began in all its vigour. Yet her promise slowly faded as in her heart she grew fond fighting and all other things became secondary. After the birth of her first-born, she voiced her want to return to combat, only this time with mind to follow the footsteps of her mother-in-law and mentor.

Knowing what trials his mother faced to become who she was that day, Bronamdir { SIND. "enduring hope" } attempted to dissuade his wife, though his efforts went fruitless. He became saddened, and in reconciliation Tinurendis made a second promise to be sure that their child would not follow this same path, and that they would continue together the life of peace that they loved. Without much choice, Bronamdir trusted his wife's words, and thus Tinurendis pursued the desires of her heart.

Ten years was spent in service with the guard in order to be eligible to apprentice as a trainer. Tinurendis had taken up ranks with the border watchmen, and did not participate much in fighting off the spiders when they came, nor in any great battles. She promptly returned to her mentor after finishing her service, and there trained new recruits for a lengthy time. It was during this time that the event of an unspeakable grief came upon her, and she wept for long.

Silavellas recognized Tinurendis' change in attitude when she trained. Grief was no longer fresh in her heart, but it showed in the harshness of her swings and slices and thrusts. With little surprise, Tinurendis had mind to rejoin the guard, but Silavellas cautioned her from doing so. Instead, after some several years, she urged Tinurendis on a journey beyond the forest, where it was only in the wilds and the unknown that one could truly master their weapon. When she would return with improvement, Silevellas vowed to mentor her in ways seldom were many learned in. Tinurendis knew her husband would not agree to this, and she did not want to put him again in a position where he had to decide between what was important to him and what she wanted. And so she returned to her old peaceful ways of farming and baking and delivering. Until in two years she felt the restlessness quake in her bones, and again took up shield and sword, but this time with a pack of goods, a roan, and gear for a long, long journey.

O  R E N D Í S 
{ ABOUT THE WANDERER }

HEIGHT: 5'11" { 180.3 cm }

LANGUAGE: Sindarin (fluent), Silvan (partial fluency*), Common-Tongue (very broken)

COMBAT: At the cost of a lower agility, stealth, and skill with ranged weapons, Tinurendis' forte lies in her heavy hand and physical strength. Her past training has left her capable of lifting very heavy objects, as well as maneuvering to manage many foes at once. Consequently, her stamina is somewhat trained, though when she tires it takes her more time to recover.

STEED: A stout chestnut-coloured draft horse with shaggy brown tresses and white feathered hooves. In need of a mount to brave the Hithaeglir, this sturdy work-horse was the only steed the breeder had will to give. The mare was just as unenthusiastic about the journey, and continues to show her reluctance with flat stares and unimpressed snorts. Named Talcheleg { SIND. "hasty foot" } for her slowness, she and Tinurendis have a bit of a back-and-forth relationship. Though uncouth and an easy scare, Talcheleg is quick to heed a call, resilient, and is far too picky of an eater to be bribed by your carrots.

* My justification for Tinurendis knowing Silvan-elvish is that she was born before Sindarinization affected the Silvans' language, and so it is considered her mother-tongue. However, with time she became accustomed to speaking Sindarin as it became the dominant language among their people, and so her fluency continues to wane. Tinurendis does not make mention of her ability to speak Silvan, nor does she use it presently, as it is considered a dead language by the Third Age.