Pheadra, the Wanderer
Hard to determine
Varied - currently patrolling along the bounds of Ithilien
Work in progress.
"Ídhra," a woman whispered as she looked down into her infant's tiny, pink face, relaxed in peaceful sleep.
"You want to name our daughter 'desire'?" murmured the man in Sindarin just over her shoulder with a chuckle.
"I do," the woman returned and traced a soft touch across the newborn's small cheek. In sleep, her tiny lips parted and rooted on reflex toward the touch. "Long have I prayed that we might be blessed with another only to have those prayers dashed again and again. I had longed for that quickening, and at last, she is here. And she is perfect."
At that moment, the infant stirred and sleepily opened her eyes, pale grey as a stormy sky. She observed the faces hovering over her silently, swaddled snuggly in layers of muslin.
"She has your lips," the man remarked amusedly, "Stern and serious." He placed a kiss against his wife's dark hair. "Let us hope she does not inherit your temper."
The woman gave the man a stern, chiding look, but her gaze quickly softened and returned to the babe in her arms. She had spent hours memorizing her face since the moment she first held her.
"Ídhra," she whispered in Sindarin, "My heart is full." Gentle lips touched the infant's temple as she breathed in her scent and held her close
The smell of forest before rain and tall grass after. Sunrise over water.
Any agent of the Enemy
To serve her order and protect those who cannot protect themselves
"Doing what is right does not always mean doing what is easy."