Smith, traveller, and soldier when there's need.
Beyond six thousand years old, born F.A.~450.
F.A. The House of the Hammer of Wrath
S.A. among the Gwaith-i-Mírdain
T.A. the Wandering Companies
᯽ ANESSI (Names)
Named following the traditions of the Ñoldor, she bears several names - brief explanations and translations are given below.
Father-name, given after her mother, and publicly known.
Q. Celussiel ⪤ S. Celossiel
"river-daughter" from celussë, "water falling out swiftly from a rocky spring"
Chosen-name, it is a private name, and so be given leave to use is would be a sign of the deepest regard.
Q. Visterindis ⪤ S. Gwithrendis
"changeful-woman” from vistë, "change"
CELOSSIEL, daughter of Sirissiel and Balvegil, sister of Balvagor, named also Gwithrendis, was born in Gondolin, the City of Seven Names, but young she was still when its destruction was spelled. Yet she remembers the City's splendor still, and most dearly she recalls the heat of her father's forges, and what lessons she had learned watching him with keen and curious eye.
When the City fell, so too must have her father with it, for he was among the ranks of the House of the Hammer of Wrath. Yet her mother also perished, stricken by an arrow in their flight, and Celossiel with her kin were led out of the ruined city, arriving eventually at the Havens of Sirion, where her brother took to the ships, and she to the anvil. When the War of Wrath came, she bloodied for the first time the very instruments she had wrought, and found no joy in it.
In the Second Age, East with the Gwaith-i-Mírdain she went without her brother, and long centuries she spent among them in peace, study and practice. When Eregion was laid to waste and their Lord captured, she retreated to the valley which would become Imladris, working the forges with a new grisly purpose among her remaining kindred. Bitterly she fought by their side in the battles to come, and when all was done she settled again in the valley, though departing often with the Wandering Companies.
She dwells in Imladris still today, where she established a forge and foundry for her own devices, seeking to provide a place of craft, collaboration and learning.
Some, and then some.
Few that dwell here still.
Beauty either wrought by skilled hands or natural, and the shaping of metal. The sound of gull and sea.
The Enemy and his servants for the destruction wrought upon her lands and kin, boastfulness, destruction of knowledge.
To preserve and restore the knowledge of the smiths of Gondolin, and seek out what new knowledge she may from other folk.
"No refuge stands forever, and no life is certain to remain to pass on its wisdom."
|From: Celossiel, To: Ithilwë; Small box with a note.||3 months 2 weeks ago|
|The Bands That Bind||3 months 2 weeks ago|
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