Raolor

Macilvelco Ráolor "Gonvaeron"

Name Raolor
Status
Active
Occupation
Warrior, Sculptor, Stonemason
Age
6716 years old (born in the year 333 of the First Age of the Sun)
Race
Elf
Residence
Lórien & Mirkwood. Felegoth at the moment
Kinship
Outward Appearance

"Therefore Ilúvatar gave to their vision Being, and set it amid the Void, and the Secret Fire was sent to burn at the heart of the World."

 

J.R.R.Tolkien, the Silmarillion

 

 

 

(Ráolor, drawn by Aranwë of Lindon)

 

 

 

Appearance:

 

Height: 2'16 m

Weight: around 180 kgs

 

Ráolor is an elf of impressive stature, tall and sturdy. His body is unusually heavy for an elf. His eyes mainly show the typical steel grey colour of the Noldor, though radiant red gold and honey brown can be found at the inside circle of his iris.

His steps are heavy, and his hands look like they were used to hard physical labour.

Ráolor has the habit of showing his emotions and thoughts very openly and directly, and sometimes he won't care about politeness or gentleness. When speaking, he usually gesticulates in a vivid and somewhat forceful manner, opening and stretching his palms and fingers, sometimes making a fist as well. However, there are a few things he never speaks about, things only his closest friends are aware of.

 

 

 

Quotes about Ráolor:

 

 

"Valiant, mighty, and strong... An artist of stone and marble. He molds and creates beautiful works from the gifts of the earth"

                                                                           Faorie of Lórien

 

 

"Most are afraid of the battlefield. Many go to war, and eventually become soldiers. Ráolor son of Macilwë did not become a soldier. He has always been one. He was born to fight. He was born to kill. The field of battle was his cradle, and the clash of blood and bones will always remain his true home. He is as true as fire and steel can be. Never have I seen him not choose the hard way. His love for Middle-Earth is endless, and so is his hate for Morgoth's legacy."

 

                                                                 Altárion of Nargothrond

 


"He is a terrible scout. And an even worse scholar. He has no idea about the written secrets of the west. He is a skilled craftsman though. He is able to breathe life into lifeless stones. He is able to shape the hardest rock with hammer and chisel, and the stones are following his will."

                                                                      

                                                                          Ambarlossë of Estolad


"After all the battles he has seen, I wonder why there is not even a single scar on his face. And his eyes... gray as steel, with that strange golden gloaming. He tends to glare at others. It must be an illusion, but each time he gazes at me, I feel thin, as if my skin was frail. I do not like this elf. People would do wise to stay away from him."

                                                                         Frormund of Dale


"Ráolor is a poet and a brute."

                                                                       Dolthafaer of Lindon


"Strong, heavy handed, no fancy movements. No fancy talking. A remarkable sculptor. I can only tell good things about this fellow. He can be a truly enjoyable elf to talk with, when next to a fire. He is very fond of crackling fires, you know! Although, put him into a forest or next to a river, and he will grow somewhat grim. I would look grim too, if I was fed so much vegetables!"

                                                                                        

                                                                                Lómi of Erebor


"The Madman."

                             Saranasse of the Arrow, jokingly mentioning Ráolor

 

"Ah, Ráolor of Lothlann. Sure, I remember! I wrought a shirt of chain mail for him. He got really angry, roared at me, told me my work was rubbish, and then he tore the shirt apart with bare hands. What have I done to him, for Elbereth's sake?"

                                                                   Maedan, Armourer of Imladris


"...a Noldo who saw and did many terrible things, but who survived..."

                                                                 

                                                                      Yrill of Eregion about Ráolor

 

 

 

(The Star of Fëanor - an Emblem of all Noldor that followed Curufinwë and later his sons.

At times, Ráolor would wear a cloak, with the Fëanorian symbol depicted on it. He wears a necklace too, with the star made of silver, a tiny pellet of Mithril being in the center of it, symbolizing a Silmaril)

 

 

Names:

 

(Ataressë) Macilvelco - [Macil + Velca] "Flaming Sword" (Quenya)

(Amilessë) Ráolor - [Olor + Rá] "Vision (of a) Lion" or "Dream of a Lion" or "The Lion foreseen" (Old Quenya)

(Epessë) Ondomaitar - [Ondo + Maitar] "Sculptor in Stone" or "Stone Shaper" (Quenya)

(Epessë) Gonvaeron - [Gond + Maeron] "Sculptor" (Sindarin)

(Epessë) Bruidhaug - [Brui + daug] "Loud Soldier" (Sindarin). Given by Celeblhair

(Kilmessë) Yárendo - [Yár + Enda] "Blood Heart" (meaning "bloodstained Soul/Heart". Quenya)

the Brute of Beleriand - given by Loegenel

 

Nárendur - [Nár + -ndur] "Servant of Fire" (or "Friend of Fire". Quenya)

The Nárendur were a proud group of the Noldor. After their ancestor and leader, Narwë had brought the "Flame of Cuiviénen" to Valinor, they became known for their love and devotion to fire as a physical and spiritual element. They showed loyal to Fëanor and the rebellion of the Noldor. All of them came to Beleriand, with one exception - Narwë, who had been killed alongside his liege Finwë in Formenost by Morgoth.

(Note: this story is invented completely, based on certain hints within the History of Middle Earth by JRR.Tolkien / Christopher Tolkien)

 

 

Languages:

 

Quenya: mother tongue

Sindarin: advanced. Slight Noldorin accent (perhaps only hearable by elven ears)

Common Tongue: advanced

Black Speech: intermediate

Khûzdul: beginner (he couldn't learn this language properly due to the secretive culture of the dwarves)

 

 

Weapons:

 

Main weapon:

a noldorin Falquan of approx.1'80m length (a two-handed greatsword, similar to a "Zweihänder", to be wielded with exceptional speed and technique)

 

Secondary weapons:

several short daggers - one clamped firmly at his right gauntlet, one hidden at the side of his right boot. Both ready to be drawn with lightning speed should the need arise.

 

Fighting style:

very much straight forward. Ráolor uses his powerful physicality to apply brute force if needed. Accustomed to heavy armour and weaponry, he would usually bridge the distance if he can, entering close quarter fighting where he feels comfortable, aiming to destroy his opponent as quickly as possible. Raised in Lothlann, a wild and stormy land haunted by harsh winters, Ráolor spent many years of his youth practicing armed and empty handed combat under the tutelage of an unforgiving father. He ended up favouring heavy hammers and halberds as well as swords of all lengths and sizes. He frowns upon the usage of archery, and he avoids spears and shields usually.

 

 

 

Background

"The Noldor are the Wise, and the Golden, the Valiant, the Sword-Elves, the Elves of the Earth, the Foes of Melkor, the Skilled of Hand, the Jewel-wrights, the Companions of Men, the Followers of Finwë."

(JRR Tolkien, History of Middle-Earth / Morgoth's Ring)

 

"Ráolor of Lothlann is the Unwise, the Red, the Violent, the Elf of Hammer and Sword, the Elf of Fire, the Foe of Gorthaur, the Skilled of Hand, the Sculpture-Wright, the Hater of Men, the Follower of Fëanor..."

                                                                                               (quote History of Ráolor...)

 

 

Ráolor was born in the year 333 of the First Age of the Sun in Lothlann (Beleriand). He was given the Ataressë (name, given at birth by the father) Macilvelco. But his mother named him Ráolor (Quenya for „Vision of a Lion“), for he appeared in her dreams before his birth, as a lion in a raiment of fire. Since then he was known by this Amilessë (name, given later by the mother).

Ráolor's father, Macilwë, was a soldier in the service of Lord Maglor, second son of Fëanor.

Together with his wife Ilmariel he had left Valinor and followed his Lord into the exile. Since he had taken part in the Kinslaying of Alqualondë, the doom of the Noldor fell upon Ráolor as well. However, the early years of his childhood were quiet, and he grew up in a safe and protected environment.

When the Noldor laid siege on Angband, Macilwë was positioned at the Gap of Maglor, and when Ráolor had reached the age of fifty, he joined his father there. It had been his father who had first taught him how to wield a sword, but it was his mother Ilmariel who first taught him how to use hammer and chisel for sculpting. For in the Age of the Trees of Valinor she had been learning the high art of sculpting with Lady Nerdanel, wife of Master Fëanor, and Nerdanel's mastery with the hammer was surpassed only by Mahtan the great smith and craftsman, her father, who himself was favored by the great spirit Aulë. Thus Ilmariel passed on all her knowledge to her son, and Ráolor's delight was great, for he loved sculpting beyond measure. Apart from serving in Maglor's cavalry he was seen often in the halls of the craftsmen, and ever he searched for mastery and refinement in the arts of stone.  

When Morgoth whom the Noldor call the Dark Foe of the World sent out his armies in the Dagor Bragollach, Lothlann was completely overrun. Macilwë was killed in battle like many others, while the remaining forces of Maglor retreated to Himring, the great fortress of Lord Maedhros.

 

 

This stronghold could not be taken at that time, and Ráolor and many others withstood the flood of foes, and fighting desperately under Maedhros' command, they slew countless Orcs around Himring and secured the Pass of Aglon that had been taken by the forces of the enemy.

After learning that his mother had been tortured to death by Orcs, Ráolor's hate for Morgoth and his servants grew even more. At the time when the Union of Maedhros was created, Ráolor became an officer within Maglor's vanguard. Together with the Easterlings and the Dwarves of Belegost the Noldor marched towards Angband.

But the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, Nirnaeth Arnoediad, ended with the utter destruction of the elven forces. The Easterlings betrayed them, and took the side of Morgoth, and the Urulóki, fire drakes of Angband were unleashed. This was the begin of the ruin of East Beleriand, and Ráolor followed the Sons of Fëanor into their desperate exile at Amon Ereb and in Ossiriand. It was there that the Wood Elves gave him the Epessë (name, given later as title of admiration and honour) Gonvaeron, which means stone shaper in the Sindarin tongue, and this name was used by the Noldor too, who called him Ondomaitar.

From this time on, Ráolor began to deeply mistrust mortal men, for like many other Noldor, he accused them of being weak, unworthy and wretched, remembering their treason with bitterness.

In the same time, his admiration and respect for the Dwarves grew very strong, for he had seen Azaghâl, commander of Belegost, and witnessed the legendary fight of the Dwarves with the dragons. As he had laid down his duty as an officer of Maglor's vanguard, he was sent to the dwarves as part of a group of emissaries. He visited Belegost and made friends with many craftsmen. Above all he admired the work of Gróm, a distant relative of Azaghâl and at that time a very famous sculptor in the city. Ráolor refined his skills as a craftsman and became famous especially for his statue showing Lord Azaghâl fighting Glaurung the father of dragons, a work which he gave the Dwarves as a present. In return, he received a dwarven war mask, one that had been used in battle against the drakes.

The years of hunting in the woods of East Beleriand ended when then Sons of Fëanor attacked Doriath to claim one of the Silmarili. After the death of Elwë Thingol it was Dior Eluchíl son of Beren and Lúthien who reigned the Fenced Land.

So it happened that Ráolor too tasted the horror of Kinslaying and felt for the first time the terrible power of the oath Fëanor and his sons once had sworn. He named himself Yárendo, the bloodstained heart, and even many centuries later the weight of his guilt never wholly left his mind.

On a rainy day in autumn, Ráolor left the sons of Fëanor without explanation to wage a personal war of vengeance against the armies of Morgoth in Thargelion. The following years were full of terror and bloodshed, and the Noldo hunted down the enemies of Middle-Earth wherever he could find them. But fate did not always favour him, and he was caught several times by Orcs and the Swarthy Men scattered across the land. In the end, after much hardship, suffering and torment he managed to escape, and returned to Amon Ereb. But he would not be fortunate once more:

The Silmaril had been taken to the south, and the Oath of Fëanor was not yet full-wrought, and the Fëanorians prepared for an assault of the elven refuge at the havens of Sirion.

In the battle for the Mouths of Sirion, where the Third Kinslaying took part, Ráolor put down his weapons, and in a desperate attempt he tried to stop the madness with bare hands. But he was wounded many times by friend and foe, and when everything was over, he found himself buried under countless dead elves, Sindar and Noldor. Although his body recovered, from this time on, darkness fell upon Ráolor's spirit, and without aim and purpose he wandered the wild forests of the south.

The War of Wrath was fought, the Valar and Vanyar defeated Morgoth and Beleriand vanished under the waves of Belegaer...

 

The Second Age of the Sun had begun. Ráolor had entered Eriador, and for many centuries he had avoided any company safe that of beasts and birds. It was then that he entered the place where Iarwáin ben-Adar dwelt, whom the Halflings call Tom Bombadil. There he was cured by Sîriell, who is also called Goldberry daughter of the rivers, and Iarwáin lifted the curtain from his eyes and dissolved the darkness that had dulled his spirit.

Leaving the forests, reborn Ráolor learnt about the realm of Gil-Galad High-King of the Noldor, about rise and fall of Eregion and Sauron's return. And he headed to Lindon to pledge his services to the elven king. Years later, with Elendil King of the Numenorians and Gil-Galad summoning forth all their forces, he joined the Last Alliance as a soldier.

 

 

At the Battle of Dagorlad the combined armies of Elves and Men were victorious, and they passed the Black Gate and entered Mordor to besiege Barad-Dûr. But Ráolor never set foot on the Black Land, for after king Oropher's death and the terrible casualties of the Wood Elves Gil-Galad had become concerned about the emptied north of Rhovanion, and a small host was mustered to travel to the grey mountains.

In the great waste behind some creatures of Morgoth had escaped the wrath of the Valar.

Orcs were discovered in the mountains, and in the Withered Heath dragons bred.

When messages about the death of Gil-Galad and Elendil and about the defeat of Sauron came to the north, the company decided to follow the command of the king even beyond his death and to secure the lands in the north of Rhovanion.

 

At the slopes of the Ered Mithrin the secret order Megyl Forvain (Sindarin for "Blades of the North") was founded at the beginning of the third age. There Ráolor became a disciple of the leader of the order, a Noldo who's real name is not known in the realms of the free people.

The deeds of the sworn brotherhood Megyl Forvain are many, but they were never known or mentioned, for the order always kept silent. Only the Dwarves living in the mountains knew about them, and above all the Dwarves from the line of Dúrin befriended with them. A few times Ráolor went to the south, and he saw the city of Dale and the Realm of Erebor at the peak of it's wealth and power. He was called Gamil Kibil by the Dwarves, which means Old Silver in the khûzdulian tongue, for they heard in wonder about the splendour of Belegost and the heroic battles of Azaghâl's warriors from the mouth of an elf who shared their love for stone, who's hand was heavy and strong, who's armour glimmered with a silver light and who possessed a dwarven mask of old. And they shared their knowledge of stone shaping with him.

But the order Megyl Forvain could not always keep the foes of the north at bay, and some of them passed the watch and entered the realms of Dwarves and Men. One of them was Scatha the mighty Long-worm, and the other one was Smaug the Golden, who ravaged Dale and took over the Lonely Mountain. The order was also unable to take Gundabad. But not the least among the deeds of the Megyl Forvain is the slaying of all dragons in the Withered Heath, and the offspring of the great worms vanished forever from there.

Then the Blades of the North moved deep into Forodwaith.

 

 

Many years Ráolor spent there, and in the icy waste the sworn brothers waylaid the creatures and servants of the darkness.

At the time when Thorin son of Thráin from the line of Dúrin returned to Erebor and claimed the Arkenstone, the order was found by Mithrandir the Grey Wanderer, and they learned from him about the evil that was spreading from the south of Mirkwood. They also informed Mithrandir about a great recruiting of the Orcs in the Ered Mithrin. When Smaug the Golden had been slain and the Battle of the five armies was fought, the order abandoned the paths of secrecy and fought alongside the host of king Thranduil. Many of the Blades of the North died there, and when the battle was over, the remaining ones departed secretly and returned to Forodwaith. They found the northern waste in great movement, for with the power of Sauron growing in the south, more and more enemies were trying to cross the grey mountains or to assemble in the caves in and around Gundabad. Although greatly outnumbered, the order continued it's activities, but in the end only two of the sworn brothers were left, and before leaving his body behind, their teacher obliged them to go south to Rivendell and find the Last Homely House of Elrond Peredhel.

Therefore, Ráolor made the dangerous journey with his sworn brother Altarion, and he gave himself the kilmessë (self name) Nárendur, servant of fire, remembering his ancient family name.

But in the Hithaeglir, Ráolor and Altarion got ambushed by a host of Goblins, and Altárion was wounded by many arrows. Although Ráolor slew all goblins in the end, he could not save his brother. The gravestone of Altárion still stands, at the foot of the Misty Mountains, where snow covers the ground no more, and flowers are growing around it, and birds are singing in the trees. Ráolor himself shaped that gravestone, and he swore to slay every Goblin coming into his sight.

But first he retreated. The time of open battle had not yet come: winning a battle was not the same as winning a war. Ráolor entered the Valley of Imladris, paying homage to his former teacher's last wish.

Many friends, of old and new he met there, and serving in the famous Order of Hammer, he marched into the Hithaeglir once more, battling the Goblins that threatened the safety of the Hidden Vale.

Renown he earned and fame, not only for fighting side by side with his companions in the caves of Goblin Town (for which a high price had to be paid) but also for striking down Lord Veryacano in a friendly fighting challenge during a feast in Rivendell.

Rumours grew in Imladris, for more and more news from Rhovanion were reaching the vale, telling about a darkness growing in Mirkwood and threatening the fair realm of Lórien. The east stood at the edge of war, and Dol Guldur was summoning forces, preparing for a first strike.

Answering the call of their kin, a group of elves set out from Imladris, aiming for Lórien in order to aid the Galadhrim in their struggle against the dark tower of Mirkwood.

And Ráolor the sculptor was with this group, and they crossed the Hithaeglir and entered the Golden Wood.

Time had come to prepare for the last war of the Eldalië against Sauron Gorthaur the abhorred. The company made ready to depart to Mirkwood.

 

 

Friends
Relatives
Ilmariel and Macilwë of Tirion, his parents, waiting in the Halls of Mandos. Húrwen, his grandmother, still living in Tirion, Valinor
Rivals/Enemies
There is an ongoing, lighthearted rivalry with Celeblhair - dry words, a double-edged tongue and Orkslaying make the topics of the competition
Loves
Faorie of Lórien - FIRE, regarded as the inmost essence of being - the NOLDOR and the heritage of Beleriand - overcoming challenges - fighting - Middle-Earth, regarded as the true home to all elves - training the skills of mind and body
Hates
MORGOTH. SAURON. The Valaraukar, the drakes of the north. Orcs, Goblins. Men in general. The weakness of mortal Men. Goat milk and goats in general. Cocky academics. His family heirloom, the ancient greatsword Váyasercë (Quenya for "Bloody Ocean")
Motivation
To serve Middle-Earth. To master himself. To see the noldorin culture undimmed in its beauty and profoundness. Protection of Middle-Earth. Honouring the ancestors with deeds of valour and greatness. Fighting for those who cannot protect themselves.
Quotes
"Ceniessë Macilwa Mornië Rucuva!" / "At the sight of the sword, darkness shall flee!" (Old Fëanorian way of life)

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