[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Hola, everyone! I be Aylwen and Manard convinced me to be the Old Maid.

Name: Jacinth (<--Note the typical use of a 'J' name!)

Age: 64 (Old Maid of the Finduilas group)

Race: Men

Gender: Female

Weapons: Why, her nails of course! Not to mention her angry stare…

Appearance: Jacinth, though aging quite quickly, has the features of a once beautiful woman. In her youth, she had long and wavy brown hair that she was quite fond of. However, in her later years now, her hair is graying rapidly and she only has streaks of her once-lovely hair. Jacinth’s eyes are blue-grey and are losing the soft look they once brought, being replaced by a cold stare. Her proud stature remains, but that is about all that stays of her formerly young appearance.

History: Jacinth was the oldest daughter in one of the higher noble families in Dol Amroth, and she had always been energetic in her youth. However, as she grew older, her persona shifted to one of cold prudence. This eventually made her governess to Finduilas and Tessa. When they grew up, Jacinth still made it her job to look after them wherever they went, and despite their slight dislike of her, Jacinth always assures them that she knows what is best.

Strengths/Weaknesses/Personality: Jacinth considers herself to be very wise, and also thinks her ways of doing things is best. She also thinks she has the best taste in fashion and the latest clothing, so she always tries to have a say in Finduilas and Tessa’s dress choices, especially now that they are in the capital as honored guests. However, Jacinth is quick to jump to conclusions and has very, very bad hearing.


Aylwen's post

Jacinth nodded and curtsied elegantly on her aged knees as she walked down the line of welcomers. She was in the midst of Finduilas' entourage, following the future lady of Steward-to-be Denethor. Jacinth looked up from a young man she had been chatting to and looked at Finduilas. Jacinth had been governess to Finduilas and her sister Tessa for such a long time, for what seemed like ages. Nothing made the older woman more proud than the sight of Finduilas that day, though Jacinth still thought that she would have made a better choice of dress for Finduilas.

But the girls were growing up, or perhaps it had been even longer than Jacinth realized and the two sisters were already grown up. Jacinth pushed this thought away, thinking it foolish when just the other day she had helped Tessa with her hair and Finduilas with finding proper earrings. No, Jacinth knew that the girls still needed her. Otherwise Jacinth would not have insisted on going along with the Progress to Minas Tirith.

During the party Jacinth milled around, taking special note of the decor of the room and the style of the local girl's dresses. On more than one occasion, Jacinth would discreetly wipe a gloved finger over a dresser or table and scowl at the dust that gathered on the white glove. Perhaps Jacinth could show the maids around here how to properly clean and dust.

The only words that Jacinth really spoke during the party consisted of, "Oh, I just adore your dress!", "Oh yes, I am here with Finduilas...don't you just love her hair?" and "What was that, sweet?" Jacinth was rather hard of hearing, and on more than one occasion she had jumped to the wrong conclusion thanks to her ability to only hear bits of conversations.

At one point Jacinth had meandered her way through the crowd towards Finduilas, and once the girl was done speaking to one of the ladies of Minas Tirith, Jacinth enveloped her in a light and proper hug. "I'm so proud of you, sweet." Jacinth whispered in her ear before being whisked away by one of the other Dol Amroth girls to speak to some other Minas Tirith noble.

Thanks,

Aylwen / Jacinth

[ June 25, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]