Makalaure
Makalaure
| Name | Makalaure |
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| Occupation | Minstrel, singer and Master of the Elven musical group Andunie |
| Age | Very Old |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Usually can be found playing music in Celondim or Imladris |
| Kinship | Leaves of Laurelin |
| Outward Appearance | An Elf with gentle grey eyes and long dark hair stands before you. His voice is melodious and enchanting but his stance and actions denote he has been a warrior used to hard days and tough living conditions. Makalaure always carries an instrument of some kind with him. You see that many ages have settled upon him yet he looks no older than 30 years of man. He wears a golden ring on his right index finger. |
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Background
Makalaure does not wish to be known by anyone.
Makalaure's ancient past is one of turmoil and a terrible doom that follows him always, yet he will never speak of it. Makalaure's friend Ancalimo has known him from the 1st age when Makalaure saved his life during the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. After losing track of all those he knew, Makalaure was reunited with Ancalimo recently. Only Ancalimo knows of Makalaure's past. Being mute Ancalimo cannot speak of their early days but he shows a high regard for his friend and his well-being.
Makalaure wants to help others by supporting their actions in order to put an end to the shadow of evil creeping over the land. He hopes one day to be forgiven for his past actions by the Valar, allowing him passage West. His wife Lirillë awaits him upon Tol Eressea.
| Friends | Ancalimo and Ulmo, Lord of Waters |
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| Relatives | none alive |
| Rivals/Enemies | Once it was Morgoth, now it is his minion Sauron. |
| Loves | Lirillë, whom he left behind. |
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| Hates | Restraints he puts upon himself. |
| Motivation | To return to his wife upon Tol Eressea and be forgiven for his actions. |
| Quotes | He seemed no longer perilous or terrible, nor filled with hidden power. He was present among them yet remote, a living vision of that which has already been left far behind by the flowing streams of Time. |
