Gwetheril
Gwetheril
Name | Gwetheril |
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Status | Active |
Occupation | Lore-keeper |
Age | Late 30s |
Race | Man |
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Residence | Imdathir, a small marshy village near the tip of the Angle |
Kinship |
Outward Appearance | Those familiar with the Dúnedain of the North would see a woman with the typical Dúnedain features, grey-eyed and tall, with curly dark hair that is usually kept practically contained in a bun or braid. Her exact age is difficult to ascertain, but she appears to be in her mid thirties, though to those unfamiliar with the Dúnedain she may look a little younger. She usually wears a long kirtle, a black pearl on a simple chain, and a simple silver band on her finger. Her woolen cloak is decorated with a pin of two crossed Elven blades, given her by Ruadan. By her side is a large dog, Forchalad, named for the Northern Lights of Forochel wherefrom he came. |
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Background
Some know her as a lore-keeper and wise-woman of the Dúnedain, growing up in the marshy village of Imdathir not far from Tornhad, but whose search for knowledge and love of the past took her often to the ancient ruins of Arnor, and to the settlements and hidden fastnesses that still the Dúnedain of the late third age kept.
From woman to woman in unbroken line, mother to daughter or aunt to niece, the women of her mother’s family had held a role as keepers of the lore and stories since the fall of Arthedain. But Gwetheril herself was always most enchanted by the tales of the Eldar, who at rare times would ride through the Angle, or be seen dancing in the silver mist of the moonlit night.
She wed a wanderer of the wild, the ranger Alphdir, and joined his love for the people of Eriador and their present persistent strength with her desire to learn and preserve the history of the Dúnedain. In some ways they were much alike, both quiet and thoughtful, but his compassion and gentleness contrasted well with her studious practicality.
Shortly after their marriage he was sent out again to Dunland, on a short reconnaissance mission in the growing rumours and unrest before the war. She stayed in the Angle, but when a year had come and gone with no word from him, she resolved to seek him—going all the way to Dunland if necessary.
Even the most stubborn determination cannot overcome all odds, and she met the limits of her ingenuity and knowledge, as she and her husband became embroiled in the shifting sands of Dunlending politics. Best intentions were not enough for inexperienced strangers to the culture, and he died in a skirmish with a hostile tribe.
Unable to face her own failure she tarried a short time in Rivendell with Glirwing the Elf. Then she poured all her efforts into searching the past—a past that felt like it slipped away into a story of constant decline. She wandered through the ruins of Arthedain and Rhudaur, searching perhaps for some design in the warp and weft of history, feeling the weight of the grief of the end of an age and the departing of the Eldar. She found herself mixed up in the struggles of her kin against the remnants of darkness though she was ill-suited to the work of a warrior.
At last she betook herself to Lindon to take up again the work of a story-keeper, leaving to others the ruins of Arnor and the work of rebuilding. Her own role she now sees to record and keep the stories of the Elves who now depart forever the lands of Middle Earth.
To those who meet her Gwetheril is analytical and serious, yet seems sometimes disconnected from the world around her—so focused on her inner life she barely seems to notice what is in front of her. She is kind, but not forgiving, inflexible in changing her course, whether for good or ill.
Friends | Glirwing, Calaereth, Enniliel, Glorsirel, Dínfalver, Anarlossë |
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Relatives | Lhearon her brother is a ranger, her parents and sister still live in the Angle. Her husband died about a year before the War of the Ring. |
Rivals/Enemies | She considered Ellisiadora a friend until she discovered that Li had withheld information, Frimsi |
Loves | Stories and lore, seeking knowledge, music, flowers, coffee, the river. |
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Hates | Uncertainty, not having all the information, being wrong. |
Motivation | To preserve the lore of the Elves. |
Quotes | I shall remain as I am—a keeper of the fading past. I shall hold your memories, but for others must be the labour of renewal. |
Gwetheril's Adventures
Andúnolor | 2 weeks 2 days ago |
Creatures of the Sea | 3 months 6 days ago |
The Pearl | 3 months 1 week ago |
Gest of the Seafarers | 4 months 1 week ago |
The Shores of Lindon | 4 months 2 weeks ago |