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Celebrinnir
Celebrinnir Ithilrîn
| Name | Celebrinnir |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Soldier of the Galadhrim, outrider |
| Age | Ancient |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Caras Galadhon |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | It is clear from first sight that Celebrinnir is one of the Sindar, though he easily towers over almost all of his kin. His limbs are long and powerful; his frame is hale with lean muscle mass, belying his strength. Nevertheless, his shoulders are broad to bear the burden of ages, torso tapering to a narrow waist. Shining silver hair falls to his elbows, framing sharp cheekbones; his gentle, ageless features are hardened by stoicism. While his left eye is gray as the sea in storm, his right is often partially concealed; a glimpse reveals that it is milky white and unfocused, likely unseeing. Sometimes, his chin bears the silvery sheen of a beard - only grown by the most ancient of elves. His posture is statuesque and still from thousands of years spent as a soldier, but his voice is far from rough and unrefined, often soft when he speaks in the lilting tones of the Lindar. He speaks his native Sindarin with the accent and dialect of lost Doriath; the accent inflects his Westron speech quite heavily and makes it nearly impossible to maintain a disguise. Unusually for a Sinda, he speaks some Quenya, albeit not without a Doriathren accent. In recent days, his brow is often adorned by a delicate circlet of entwined gold clearly made by a master jewel-smith. It is set with a moonstone; tiny pearls dangle from the temples. When he isn't wearing his armor, a delicate chain hangs around his neck, adorned with a small pendant in the shape of a lark carved from a single piece of mithril. A tiny crystal bead dangles from its mouth; on close inspection, it seems to be shaped like a miniscule star. |
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Background
Celebrinnir is a relic of a lost age, a time from when all things - including his original name - have been forgotten. Those who know him have offered that he first was among the first to reach Doriath from the east when the race of Elves was young, able to recount its history from the moment Elu Thingol halted his steps. In Lindon, the descendants of the Iathrim speak of a silver-haired singer with a matching voice who took up a blade with soft palms to defend a pair of young children.
Amid all the myths and rumors, Celebrinnir's name first appeared in Doriath in the First Age, carrying a young girl over his shoulder as he trudged through the bloodied snow. With many of the Iathrim slaughtered by the sons of Feanor and their followers, he fled alongside his people to the havens of Sirion and Balar.
After the First Age's end, he took refuge by the sea once more. In Harlindon, he taught swordsmanship and archery so young Sindar might learn how to hunt and defend themselves in the hope that they could fight off another Kinslaying. As the power of Gil-Galad waxed in the west, Celebrinnir grew uneasy under a King of the Noldor. With no kin remaining east of the sea, he bid farewell to Lindon before following Amdír of Doriath, now his chosen lord, east, where he served as a warrior of the Galadhrim and occasional emissary to Eryn Galen. His years as an outrider traveling between Hollin and Lothlórien lent him the misfortune of being in Eregion when it fell.
In more recent centuries, Celebrinnir has lingered in Rhovanion, dwelling primarily in Lothlórien save for his journeys up to the Silvan kingdom of Mirkwood. The friends of his youth are gone, every king he followed slain, his companions-in-arms long fallen throughout Middle-Earth. Lingering in Middle-Earth, he has sworn himself to protect a world that has all but forgotten him. Yet he refuses to forget Arda and all that lives - and once lived - in the world.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | No blood kin, as one of the unbegotten. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those who would use their power to harm the gentle and innocent. |
| Loves | Teaching children and young elves, music, the quiet forests, the moon and the sea - and the stars, sometimes |
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| Hates | Being unarmed or unprepared, cruelty towards children or other vulnerable people |
| Motivation | To preserve and protect all that is green and growing in the world |
| Quotes | "Let an old ellon share what kindness he has." |
