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Sogmeren

Meren Sogor Cimrandir
| Name | Sogmeren |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Ministrel. |
| Age | Very, very old. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Currently found in Imaldris. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Meren is... Big. Large. Tall. He towers even some of the Eldar, and he is usually much wider than them, as they tend to be slender and he is... not. A lover of the finer things Arda has to offer, he particularly enjoys pastries and delicacies of all kind, which used to give him a round and soft belly, perfect for a lover to lay their head on, plump cheeks and strong limbs covered with a healthy layer of protective fat. Alas, his recent injury has seen him lose most of that cheerful figure; while still larger than most of his fellows he is but a shadow of himself to those who remember him from his last trip West. His green eyes are sunken and circled; the light of the Trees, once bright as a spring meadow, barely shines on. His hair used to be a long auburn mane, tamed with braids, clasps and beads; now it is but a mated mess of... well, old braids, clasps and beads, dulled by grime and time. His complexion, still tanned by some many years under the desert sun, betrays his diminished state in its sick pallor. Yet his most striking feature is currently the dark purple-blue scars that spread from his throat, like knotted roots, up to his chin and down to his collarbone; even the bright colours of his garments can draw the eye away from it. No shire-plum robe, no light green cape, no pink tunic from Harad, no rohan green headscarf can dazzle enough to hide the fact that Meren bears the mark of a Morgul blade. |
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Background
Also known as Sogor, and many other names, Meren is an almost first-born Elf who settled for a nomadic life between Rhûn, Khand and Harad with his sister, Tharantoreth. He has recently returned West in a terrible shape, wounded at the throat by what appears to be a Morgul blade, which is said to forbid him from singing ever again. He is currently driving the healers mad resting in Imaldris.
You may know Meren if...
You were part of Enel's host. Meren and his sister, Tharantoreth were born on the shores of Cuiviénen, soon after the first Elves awoke. Their parents were taken when they were very young; hir Círdan took them under his wings then. You would then remember Meren as being very cheerful, always singing, always playing music, moved by curiosity and awe once his grief soothed.
You went on the Great Journey, all the way to Valinor. While they felt torn at leaving so many of their friends behind, Meren and Tharan's wanderlust pushed them forward. In Aman, they never remained in one place long enough to begin citizens of any factions; they went on endlessly, until the Darkening. You would remember him as a cheerful wandering ministrel, learning songs and tunes whenever he could, with a low, soothing voice, always ready to repay the favour with a kiss... or more.
You crossed the Helcaraxë. Horrified by the kinslaying but having no desire to remain under the rule of the Valar, Meren and Tharan kept a low profile and mingled with Fingolfin's host until they were reunited with hir Círdan at the Mereth Aderthad. You might not remember them much from then, except that they did their best to be helpful.
You were in Balar/the Mouths of Sirion. You would then remember Meren and his sister as being optimistic and inexhaustible, partying as hard as they worked to help the refugees that came to the Isle as war went on on the continent. They never spared any efforts, offering food, shelter and comfort to all they met. Meren's singing was then said to soothe even the most troubled of souls... Although the grapevine had it that 'singing' was an euphemism for an absolute different kind of comfort entirely.
You were in Mithlond until around 300 S.A. Meren and Tharan followed hir Círdan, and by then you would remember Meren as a vintner as well as a bard, entertaining his lord's guests and marrying one of his descendants. Three children were born of that union, but it soon become not only apparent but rather public that the young couple had perhaps wed a little too soon. Meren's wife sailed to Valinor, along with their then-adult children. Not one to fall for bitterness and in one last scandal, Meren solemnly swore he would never go West and never reunite with them; instead, he joined his sister and her friend, Hravanis, who left eastward, looking for the shores of their birth.
You were in the East (Rhûn, Khand, Harad, Umbar, etc) between 300 S.A. and now. Meren and his sister travelled a lot together, even though Hravanis went back westward after a few centuries. They lived among the Avari and the so-called Easterlings, joining their fight against the Enemy.
You are currently in Imaldris. Especially if you are a healer or another guest of Tham Send, the Hall of Rest, you may have heard of the most infuriating patient ever-- who sneaks out at night to drink, has to be very gently, very patiently coerced into eating, will very respectfully flirt at anything that moves instead of resting and plays the luth at any hour of the day. You might have also been told that while he talks a lot, he is a good listener, and that many feel that their ailments, while still there, do not weight as heavily on their heart now that they have talked to him. If you ask, or keep an eye out, you will learn that he was brought in a few months ago from the East by his sister, Tharantoreth, who left him to Elrond's care before leaving almost right away. Meren arrived unconscious, having been struck by a Morgul blade-- or so he's told you. For while he has only recently awoken, he will tell anyone who might listen that he is perfectly fine, thank you. His sister having returned recently, Elrond has allowed him to leave Tham Send under her watchful gaze; he now lives in a remote guesthouse, which he shares with her, on the other side of Hidhuinen.
(More might be added in the future-- please do get in touch if you think our characters might have met/have good chemistry, Meren is extremely social and loves making new friends!)
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Tharantoreth, sister. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None... for now. |
| Loves | Wine, songs, dances, singing, partying, helping friends and strangers alike, making people laugh, flirting, music, cooking, baking, tacky garments, good cheer, good company. |
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| Hates | Boredom, self-absorbed Noldor, self-victimising Sindar, the Enemy, not being able to sing anymore. |
| Motivation | Proving you can be merry *and* fight against the Enemy at the same time, recovering from his wound. |
| Quotes | "Ah, how lovely to see the old songs of Doriath still being wept to. Err. Shall I offer your ears a tune of the Haradwaith, for a change?" |
