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Noldor

Alato of Himring

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Artwork: Painting

A very large if simple fellow.

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A Portrait of Aurthiel

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The Summarized History of the Winged Kindred.

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Me

 

Known as Ramaite Hosse in Quenya, Roval Nothrim in Sindarin, and Winged Kindred in Westron.

This is their history...

Burdened

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Story
It was the Year 472 of the First Age...
 

“Bu-but, no one else is fit for the role. Isn't it my duty to put my personal feelings aside for the whole battalion? What if no one else volunteers? Am I the only option? Am I fit?"

 

The Summer Home in Rivendell

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Conceptual

Although her home is in Lindon; in the case of visiting Rivendell for an extended time, Aurthiel has a quarters to call her own.

 

A Doomful Quest

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Artwork: Painting

After coming upon eachother quite by accident, Hravanis joined the Noldo Lady, Carnifinde in her dark but vital business. It was a journey that took them far across the Trollshaws to the ancient lands of Eregion, a land of many memories for such an ancient pair as they.

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To Beleriand

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Of The Flight, and the Fall
Pen and paper/traditional media by Silwë 

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Nostalgia

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Overcome with grief in the ruins of Ost-in-Edhil

She Hates the Cold...

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Thanks to having to cross Helcaraxe so long ago, Aurthiel despises the cold. All the way up to the Third Age the sight of snow or the feelings of chilly weather leave a foul taste in her mouth... When forced into winter environments, she bundles up as much as she can, but to no avail. She still feels the cold. And she hates it.

To Sail in a Sea of Blood

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Story

     The night sky's stars shone like silver dust in the sky. The torches blazed with fire, bringing some minor warmth the chilling midnight. Alasiel pulled her red hood over her head, shivering. She watched her brother, his eyes glazed with admiration. He was watching Lord Feanor as he led the heist. He and the Teleri spoke. Hushed, confused voices which were too far away for the girl to understand. Then, shouting.

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