Personality

Secretive and solitary, Turuchir is an Elf-lord of Elder Days, an ethereal wanderer of a world between tall towers and wide forests, where only fading memory remains. His words are quiet, yet eloquent and proud, and the man beyond the hooded pilgrim carries strength and wisdom in his lordly speech. Far and wide does he roam with courage and subtlety, and no action is taken without purpose, long ago wrought beneath Elbereth's kindled stars.

Elven-wise, he is keen-eyed and willful, fair and proud - relentless in pursuit of they who would be his enemies and utterly protective of that which he holds most dear, the beauty and light of Arda. Shaped by the long history of the Eldar, he is beset by woe, and knows the melancholy that lingers in the music of the world, yet also does he know merriment, for hope remains still. He is a tireless foe to those who would dare threaten all that is good, of the Enemy and all his servants, and though he wields his blade with discernment, it is swift and true.

The Noldor walks that careful balance between a welcoming river and a uninviting forest, a guide to those who would seek his knowledge and a tireless hunter of the Shadow. Rarely are his motives made known, and secretly does he labor, but as readily that he yet remains in Middle-earth, so too will he watch over all those who stand beneath the starlight and know true all beheld that is good and virtuous.

History

Turuchir awoke in the farthest east, in Cuiviénen on the shores of the Sea of Helcar, whence Varda weaved the last star above. Like else of the Firstborn, he took heed of the Valar and took upon the Great Journey, that long pilgrimage to Valinor, where he knew a home in Eldamar. There it was he beheld the light of the Two Trees, and grew in power and wisdom, beneath the peace promised to all Elvenhome.

When it was the Great Enemy wrought his malice upon that blessed land, Turuchir was among the last host led by Fingolfin and Finarfin that followed Fëanor to Middle-earth, an Exile he became then, and he wielded his sword Agloraith in the Wars of Beleriand, and came to know Gondolin as his home. When the War of Wrath brought an end to the First Age, he did not return to Valinor, remaining behind with those of his kin who knew Gil-galad as High King.

It was then that he began his many wanderings, a hooded Elf who brought aid to others and fought against the evils that remained. As so he had before, he wielded Agloraith in the War of the Elves and Sauron, and yet again in the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. As so it was that many of his kin perished in the great wars or sailed west to Tol Erëssea, he yet remained in Middle-earth, to behold the end of the Second Age, and the coming of the next.

Now, in this Third Age, and the fading twilight of the Eldar, still it is that he wanders in secret, yet with still a noble purpose. Though he knows sojourns in the Realms of the Three Rings - Lindon, Lothlórien, and Rivendell, where the West-elves still remain - more oft is he upon the road, where so he hunts the growing Shadow, so that the memory of the world will know the Eldar have not forgotten its light.