Personality

Mallosson is far too quick with a jape. With seemingly little regard for the conventions of what makes polite conversation, he seems to possess a gleeful joy in causing exasperation in his fellows and peers with his perpetual jests and tricks in his words. Though once regarded for his clever tongue and diplomatic thoughtfulness in treating with others, he has abandoned his apparent gifts in favor of boyish jokes--something that is not unbeknown to himself. Although Mallosson may be one of the first to smile wryly in the face of apparent danger or turmoil, he is also one of the first to refuse to raise a sword in aid; where once stood a proud and virtuous leader of sworn blades now stands an ellon changed, harrowed by Shadow, and with a solemnity to his face that he cannot disguise when he presumes himself to be alone.

HISTORY

First Age

Born a third son in the refuge of Nargothrond in the mid-First Age, Mallosson was raised in a hidden vale of caves and caverns, enchanted from a young age by the light and beauty that flickered in from outside. More enraptured by natural beauty than by the crafted beauties of his kin, he was drawn beyond the great caves of Finrod Felagund's realm to the grand plains beyond, where wildflowers like stars dotted the hills and forests. It was for the same golden flowers that bloomed beyond the vale for which he was named; when his hair caught the light of the sun, he was limned in its rays just the same.

Although his elder brother was a warrior by nature, he often indulged young Mallosson and joined him on his outings; rarely did they come back empty-handed, but rather with arms full, bearing flowers. Often, they left with baskets full of seeds to replenish whatever they had picked. His elder sister would use the blossoms as mixtures for paints, capturing the beauty of the lands in art--when she was not also weaving their baskets together as practice for greater tapestry work that she would later go on to do. 

Mallosson grew to harbor great admiration for an elleth who was a close friend to his sister; she was also a weaver and a seamstress, and he would try to win her affection through the most beautiful flowers that he could muster. He was later disappointed to find that she was already in love with his elder brother; he caught them together once in the shade of a blackthorn bush. Though Mallosson never faulted either of them, for theirs was a love pure and ardent, he was never as close to his brother after that.

He then went on to learn the art of swordsmanship, and would take long leaves of absence from Nargothrond with fellow agents of Finrod and Orodreth in their guerrilla warfare against Morgoth's forces. When the Sack of Nargothrond resulted in the death of his brother, and the capture of his sister and his sister-in-law, Mallosson was one of few who was able to flee to the Havens of Sirion. He fought in the War of Wrath and followed the host of Elves east to what would later become Eregion.

Second Age

After having left Lindon and settled in Eregion, Mallosson lacked the talent shared among many of his kin for the art of jewel-smithing. To become one of the Gwaith-i-Mirdain was never to be his fate, and it was one rarely lamented. Having spent most of his childhood with a fondness for plants and flora, the creatively stimulating atmosphere of the eastern elven settlement inspired him to again pursue his interests there. Rather than endeavoring only to make floral arrangements or paints, he trained beneath elves wiser than him in herbalism and healing. The seeds of interest planted in childhood were nurtured to bear the fruit of a keen healer; at the time, Mallosson could not explain why he thought the venture worthwhile. He would soon come to know.

With the arrival of Annatar in the mid-Second Age, Mallosson's unease grew. Though he had worried for a time about a growing darkness encroaching again on the lands, the arrival of this "Gift-Giver" only amplified them. Because his concerns went unheard and unheeded by the Gwaith-i-Mirdain, who were enamored by Annatar, Mallosson only spent a few more years tarrying in Eregion before he packed up the life he had made there and fled back west to Lindon, leaving his friends and his home behind. He returned to studying healing and swordplay in unison as he rebuilt his life in Lindon, fearing something malignant to the east.

When the treachory of Annatar was revealed in Eregion, Mallosson was not among those that first rode to their aid. For several long years he nursed his pride and his hurt before the Second Age was plunged into outright war with Sauron; whisking himself away to Imladris under the Lord Elrond, he became a diplomat and a healer, offering council and aid only to the wounded. His military past from the War of Wrath dogged him, however, and at the founding of the Last Alliance he enlisted himself as a sworn blade. For his slender stature and reticence to raise swords, he was a scout and a spy, moving swiftly ahead of the larger armies to see what lay in wait, and dispatching enemy scouts encountered. When the war was over and much life sundered, he slunk back to Rivendell in shadows and in silence.

Third Age to Current

Mallosson has been thriving in the Vale of Imladris for much of the Third Age, amongst the last remaining of the High Kin. No longer a warrior and with no family with which to share companionship in, he himself does not know why he lingers still. Though if asked he will wax some poetics about his skills as  healer still being needed on these shores, or say that he, like some others of his kin, agreed to take the latter ships together to safely see other elves to the far shores first. The truth remains that Mallosson knows there is a darker shadow ever encroaching, and the sword hung over the mantle of the hearth in his room gleams brighter in the firelight, begging to be sharpened.

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