Noldor

Hendusaila and Hravanis had known each other before the Nirnaeth Arnoidiad, but it wasn't until they reunited in Gondolin after that battle that they had time to really explore their feelings. And yet, it was somewhat hurried and sudden, for Hendusaila's brother and his wife had perished in the fighting. They left behind a very small baby girl and it was only natural that Hendusaila, and so also Hravanis, step in to raise the child.

Hravanis at fifty was not ready to experience the guilt and grief of getting her friends killed. They had trusted her and she had lead them to their death. It was too much for her to deal with at that time, so she stowed it away, encouraged a culture of glory in battle and continued on. 

The Thakalagamil was an armour set forged and wrought by the craftsmen of Nogrod in the early marches of the First Age. A gift and a gesture of solidarity between the Dwarves and their new Noldor allies, but certainly crafted with Hravanis in mind. It's title was somewhat of a fond joke, 'Old Woman of Steel', and one which Hravanis liked so much that the Dwarves even began using it as her name, though it was eventually shortened to 'Thakala' later.

I had a really deep need to draw Hravanis caring for little elflings, like the Ancient Wine Aunt she is. An incredibly tall rough and tumble carer whom shirks her usual sardonic annoyance for a kind smile whenever a little one comes into her vicinity.

A beaming, joyful Silwë cradles his newborn daughter, Isilime, at the beginning of the Second Age, in Lindon.