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Annuviel

Annuviel Glingaerel
| Name | Annuviel |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | A Galadhrim Warden and later, a Companion of the Grey Company. |
| Age | By recount, her time precedes the coming of the Third Age. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | She wanders where fate may lead, though she oft reminisces of the Golden Wood of Lórien. Her origins extend from the elf-harbor Edhellond, whence she was begat and dwelt in her youth. |
| Kinship | Idh Reniar Veth |
| Outward Appearance |
Cooly toned and distant as the starlight she exalts, Annuviel keeps dear her solitude. She has an aloof sense of camradarie, maintaining the gravitas of a mind wizened with sorrow that yet finds the will to hope. Her reticence often belies the mirthful undertones of her temperament, portraying instead a hubris that was never there, embedded in a bitterness long gone. Despite it all, in the quiet moments ere the dawning hour, or between the trees when the mist descends, when no eyes are thought to witness, she yields and allows herself a voice in song. Those who know her well would recognize her as careful and deliberate with her words, intense with her intent and as having a great capacity for compassion.
On the occasion that she enjoys a more opulent ensemble, wine reds and dusty hues of rose are amongst her palette of choice. |
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Background
Annui (SIND.) noun. western | -iel (SIND.) suffix. feminine suffix; daughter
Glîn (SIND.) noun. gleam, glint | Aear (SIND.) noun. sea

Naming herself Annuviel, Daughter of the West, she shows a deep reverence for her kin. In time, she was bestowed Glingaerel, as the Sea Gleams in her Eyes, in recognition of the devotion of her silvery gaze on the Bay of Belfalas.
Her true names have fallen long into memory.
Armory
Through the age, Annuviel has tested her mettle with bow, sword and staff. Only one has sat steadfast at her side, never wavering in its loyalty or she in hers. She wields the Gwaed Uinaud, a sturdy blade inset with elven script, forged in Gondolin in ages past.
Her time in service of the Lady of Light fostered a keen eye and steady hand. For many long years, Annuviel reveled in her archery and prospered as a warden of Lórien, safeguarding its borders and the secrets therein. Few, if any, know why she ever set aside her Cûmallen--her golden crescent--and took to honing her martial prowess with sword and stave, though she did so with a solemn sternness that did not invite question, nor offer reason.
Her staff was a skillfully carved bough of dark ironwood from an elder tree that once stood stout for an age in the Greenwood. The shaft's dour, black lacquer appearance stemmed from the corruption of the forest and the fate that befell its mother-tree long after the staff was hewn. It was bound with silver cappings and tipped with a fallen sprig from a mallorn .
Its last battle was fought in the fiery wastes of Gorgoroth, where it plunged into the rivers of fire at Orodruin. Shortly thereafter, an inspiring bow of elvish make found its way into Annuviel's stewardship. Its elegant limbs and sound grip enkindled a lifetime's worth of passion bygone, and once again does Glingaerel's aim fly true.
Music Box
Information
| Friends | Pleasantries have led to many acquaintances, but a reserved nature lends fewer friends. She keeps the confidence of a Man of the West, known to her kin as the erfaron. |
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| Relatives | Those that have sailed remain still in her memory. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The darkness that continues to threaten. |
| Loves | Mulled sweet-wines from the vineyards of Lórien, the brackish air of the seaside, a moonless winter night, gentle music and the fiery passion for Life in the mortal hearts of Men. |
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| Hates | Disloyalty, the dead things of the world and fizzy water. |
| Motivation | To see that which is Good in this world prevail. |
| Quotes | "These things are scarcely easy, but such struggles will never release us from the obligation to do what is right." |
Annuviel's Adventures
| Of Visions and Memories | Part Three: The King | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Of Visions and Memories | Part Two: The Fall | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Of Visions and Memories | Part One: The Last | 6 years 9 months ago |
| The Portrait of Harskrin | 6 years 9 months ago |
| The Portrait of Raunhen | 8 years 5 months ago |
Alike most of her kin, Annuviel holds beauty in face and figure, with golden skin and dusky hair, and a svelte form that moves with an innate grace. At times, her likeness has been compared to that of a wolf's, with hollow cheeks and a low brow over stormy eyes, setting hard into a fierce countenance. Though she lacks the usual gentle and wholesome fairness of the Eldar, her sharp features retain an alluring austerity that echoes the otherworldly beauty of her people.
