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Ilinsor
Ilinsor The Seer
| Name | Ilinsor |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Astronomer |
| Age | Silvered hair and creased brow tell that his fighting days are now mostly past him |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Traveling, but his heart will always reside in Ithilien |
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| Outward Appearance |
Ilinsor carries a halberd with a thin crescent blade, as much now a prop for walking as a weapon of war. It’s edge is inlaid with stars shaped in Sickle constellation, glistening silver. Perhaps true-silver, mithril carried across from the West, or merely a wrought imitation doomed to tarnish and to fade. |
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Ilinsor is every bit the scholar, robed in the antiquated livery of Ithilien with a wisp of silvered beard. He is in equal parts strange and sage in his manner, but not unkind, like a part of his mind is always roaming the heavens. Background
If you believe the tales then Ilinsor as a youth journeyed once to the Hill Of Seeing. There sat upon its ancient chair, he gazed into the night-sky and his mind wandered lost in the mountains of the moon. Still others say he once guided a ship by the stars but when he looked down he was enchanted by the rippling reflection of the heavens. Under its spell he stepped off the ship and fell into the moon.
Those with less imagination and more wisdom say Ilinsor was once a ranger of Ithilien who chanced to venture further than his remit. For the young man had long desired to see the ruins of Minas Ithil that had for so long filled his dreams with visions of imprisoned moonlight. Yet as he passed through the valley of Living Death he beheld instead the decay of Minas Morgul. There was no remnant left of the reflected moon upon Middle-Earth, only the corpse-light of sorcery from the malignant city. The sight filled Ilinsor with the dread of Sauron and the certainty that the city could never be restored nor the dark land ever overcome by might of arms.
Fear would lay upon Ilinsor for the rest of his days, but despair did not wholly take him, not yet. For though the City Of The Moon was lost, fair Ithil yet shone in the skies and within the stars are contained still the unsullied light of creation. It was to their ancient study that Ilinsor turned to for hope.
Out of Numenor had come only a fraction of the great starlore of Tar-Meneldur and in the long years of decline much was lost or misremembered. Ilinsor travelled the beacons of Gondor and across the towers and libraries of the realm seeking what he could and with him went a growing reputation; for he spoke freely of signs from beyond the circles of the world.
Some now say Ilinsor’s words hold the wisdom of a Westernnese Seer, others merely the moonsick superstitions of middle-men.
"...long it had been beautiful; and there great lords had dwelt, the wardens of Gondor upon the West, and wise men that watched the stars.”
“Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars."
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