Elvealin

Elvealin Lóriluin

Name Elvealin
Status
Active
Occupation
Musician, composer, dancer and healer of fëa
Age
Born in the Second Age
Race
Elf
Residence
Imladris (mostly), has a place in Lothlórien
Kinship
Outward Appearance

With the first glance a tall elleth is seen with slender curves. Her sculpted face is framed with notably long, golden hair. Then she looks at you and you'll see her midnight blue eyes where a shimmer is reflected even from the faintest light and you hear her melodious, soothing voice. It seems like she is a reflection of her ancestors across the sea in the west, mysteriously ethereal.

Background

Elvealin's parents Fëamíril and Gilinnen first met during the War of Wrath, finding support from each other when both had to survive. They thought they had lost each other to the Halls of Mandos but Fëamíril held on to his hope and did not marry anyone else.

Much later he served Lady Galadriel in Eregion, acting as an emissary between her and King Amdír of Lórinand, later known as Lothlórien. While doing so he found Gilinnen again by surprise and they did not want to leave each others' side.

Soon they married and Gilinnen was expecting a child. Laying by her side with hand over her belly he saw a dream of blue shades and shimmering starlight with ever changing melodies. He wanted to name her after the dream: as Elvealin, "Starlike Song" from "Blue Shimmering Dream (Lóriluin)."

Elvealin was born in 1665 of the Second Age and grew in an unspoiled land as a happy child. While she made an impression on strangers she showed how she's truly inside to her friends, one down to earth with a sense of humor. She had no siblings but she was close to her cousin in Eregion, Elloen. She travelled back and forth with her father through Moria its days of glory to see him when the world still was a safer place, but it was not to last.

Sauron had betrayed the Noldor in Eregion and had caused The One Ring to exist but also wanted the Three Rings of the Elves. He attacked Eregion and Elloen's parents had died violently. Elvealin was devastated and when she learned that Elloen had been taken to Imladris she also wanted to go there, but to do so she must go through the ruins of battle, with the smell of fresh blood still lingering in the air.

When she arrived, Elloen's spirit had already started to depart from his body out of shock and grief. Elvealin shed a tear and held him in her arms for a long time for comfort. He started to come back from the brink slowly. Fëamíril looked down at her and understood that his many lessons for her had not gone to waste. Elvealin and Elloen were both only entering adolescence in elven years in their thirties and it seemed clear to him that Elvealin had been gifted with a skill of healing the fëa like himself.

They stayed long enough to make sure that Elloen would be fine in Imladris and departed back to Lórinand. As she grew taller she started to serve Galadriel just like her father, mainly as one of her maidens. She felt very honored doing so, learning much from her presence alone.

She had time to learn the art of crafting jewels. Her passionate voice echoed in song from the telain of the mellyrn like her mother's. She was a very skilled harpist and had loved the instrument since her early days. She wrote her own songs since she felt music very deeply, not only as the echo of the Music of Ainur but a language that all can understand.

She could dance in a willowy and graceful way in the unstained lands in no small thanks to Galadriel, whatever dangers awaited outside the borders. Yet she also felt like a caged songbird when the roads were closed, with her blood of Noldor that may sometimes get restless.

Eventually she followed Elloen to Imladris again and found her new home there, along with new paths.

Friends
Elloen
Relatives
Father Feamiril and mother Gilinnen (living in Forlindon), cousin (calls as a brother) Elloen
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Inner peace and her friends
Hates
Motivation
Family, music and essence of the elven beauty
Quotes
The Music of the Ainur ever nurtures our spirits. Never let its enchanting echoes fall silent, for life is found in the beauty of sound.

Elvealin's Adventures

Road Leads to the Lady, Part II 4 years 6 months ago
Road Leads to the Lady - Part I 4 years 6 months ago
Wreath of Compassion 4 years 11 months ago
Brewing Blackstar 5 years 4 months ago
Thoughts Like a Wind Chime 7 years 2 months ago
Elvealin's Adventures

Elvealin's Gallery

Elvealin's Gallery