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Silariaa

Silariaa

Name Silariaa
Status
Active
Occupation
fletcher, former champion of Maedhros
Age
old
Race
Elf
Residence
randir
Kinship
Outward Appearance

((after Alice Hoffman:))
She was a Telerin elf, with ropes of white hair, long-limbed and fair. In her youth, Silaria was covered with burns. Every bit of her face and body was covered by red scars, swirling and circling, that could make you dizzy if you stared for too long.
There were burns down her back and arms, too. Anyone could see sorrow all over her.

Silaria kept her white hair braided with gold like the Noldor's and she wore the light shoes they all wore, tied up high with leather strips and eagle feathers. But she wasn't like them. If you looked into her dark eyes you could see what had happened to her. It was like looking into the Void.

Now she is old, Silaria isn't the same; her hair has turned red, as if dyed with blood, and her burns are fading.

Background

...Maedhros alone stood aside, while Feanor caused fire to be set to the white ships of the Teleri.
There, in shadow of the Prince, was an elf maiden.
When Maedhros knelt to drink from the firth, the Teler hurried before him and drew the water for the Prince. She got down on her hands and knees. The Noldor heard their lord say, "You don't have to do that."
Her name was Silaria - it sounded like a shining wreath when Maedhros said it.
Maedhros didn't turn from the Teler's sorrow. She mistook his pity for love. Silaria took Maedhros's hands. There was blood and dirt caked on the Prince's hands, but Silaria kissed them both, at the wrist, in the place where he would be cut.
She was jealous to see that he could love Fingon.
Silaria slept in a crumpled heap by the side of the Prince's tent from that first night.
The next morning, Maedhros decided to hate Silaria. Meanness rose inside of him.
"Don't look at me," Maedhros told Silaria.
She did not truly understand their language. She stared at him and wouldn't stop.

Friends
Noldor
Relatives
Teleri
Rivals/Enemies
Fingon, anyone that kept a Silmaril from the Sons of Feanor
Loves
Maedhros still
Hates
fire
Motivation
none now...
Quotes
Stay away from me and my ship.

Silariaa's Adventures

Silariaa's Adventures

Silariaa's Gallery

Silariaa's Gallery