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piosenniel · 05-18-2005, 02:42 AM

DEDICATED CHARACTER

4.) Feanor of the Peredhil’s character – Lorien Elf

Name: Tasarënì

Age: 7221 years

Race: Noldorin Elf of Lothlorien

Gender: female

Weapons: twin blades, slender and slightly curved; perfectly balanced with black hilts. Silver dagger elaborately carved with vines on the hilt. Is adept with both longbow and staff, but prefers niether. Years before she carried her blades crossed on her back. These days she goes weaponless but for the dagger which she keeps tucked away.

Appearance: Tall and slender, Tasarënì has long golden hair that is usually partially braided to stay out of her eyes, but still falls to the middle of her back. She has pale skin that rarely flushes and shimmering grey eyes. Her favorite colors are blue and silver, and so usually she is clothed in flowing gowns in those colors. She wears a belt made to look like twining lengths of willow leaves. In days of battle, she was more likely to be found in men's garb, favoring knee-length tunics over loose breeches. Her armor was crimson, but is no longer around, having been cloven asunder during the Nirnaeth. She bears a long white scar along her left jaw bone.

Personality: Tasarënì is unsure of herself, though not in battle. She avoids large gatherings at all costs, preferring fireside chats with old friends. When she was young, her love of all things good and her mercy brought her to become cold to those who were too ambitious to recognize what was right. Her heart melted some when she once witnessed a handsome young Elf turn aside from a race to help the son of Fëanor. From that moment she loved him for she saw in that instant past his short temper and to the kindness in his heart.

Through the years, her heart has softened considerably until the only creatures who do not receive her unconditional love and mercy are the spawn of Melkor; those with no hope of salvation. To them, she is as cold as ice, and will slay them swiftly at need. Tasarënì is quick and intelligent, but saves her judgements, keeping counsel only with herself, and, in later Ages, with Galadriel.

History: As a maiden in the fairest lands about Tirion, Tasarënì has always had a fondness for beautiful things. Her heart was open and she was merciful, but could not bear to tolerate ambitious types who would ignore a call for help to achieve their own ends. She was cold to most people, until they won her respect, but ever after would she be kind and gentle with them. When she was young, Tasarënì witnessed Malris in a race and loved him. Her unsurity caused her to delay in informing him of this fact, and eventually she decided not to. However being the perceptive lad that he is, he figured it out and was sick at heart, for he knew that he could not return her love, and so allowed her to believe he was unaware. However they became fast friends regardless.

When Melkor stole the silmarilli, Tasa was absolutely devestated by the malice and the loss of such beauty. She could not stomach evil, and so when Fëanor called for war, her heart was kindled, and she joined him. When she learned that Malris rode as well, she was overjoyed.

Her heart, kind and merciful as it was, was torn between her love of the Valar and her hatred of Morgoth. During the Kinslaying, though she took part, she knew that it was wrong and wept, her tears mingling with the blood of the Teleri.

Through all battles, Tasa fought valiantly, believing it the greater evil to allow Morgoth's evil to spread than to destory it. Through this time, her friendship with Malris grew and at times they would meet in the midst of battle and smile to know each was there.

At the Nirnaeth, Tasa was grieviously wounded and was unable to fight again for a very long time. It was at this time that she met Galadriel and knew that her allegiance was torn. Though she loved Maedhros and would happily lay down her life for him, she loved the goodness and purity of Galadriel and at this time vowed that she would lay down her arms and become a handmaiden, if allowed. It was, and she did. Through the many long years, Malris and Tasa lost touch, but she never forgot that her heart belonged to him, and he never forgot that he could not accept it.

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Feanor of the Peredhil’s post

Tasarënì wiped away a quiet tear as she slowly passed through her deserted home for the last time. She had lived in Lothlorien as a maiden of the Lady of the Golden Wood for years beyond count. Though named for her love of the willows, the mallorns quickly became their equals in her heart, and she was loathe to leave them behind. She had watched silently as many of the first born passed from the land, tarrying long. For what had seemed an age, Tasarënì waited for an unknown sign, certain she would recognize it when it came. Every twilight she would walk the silent woods, marvelling. Song birds came to her, singing quiries of her sadness, and she smiled.

She looked to the sky, noting a single ray of starlight passing through the canopy. She smiled softly, eyes downcast. It was time. She turned, glancing for the last time at the water by her feet, the trees that had been her silent companions for many long years, bearing witness to her grief, never condemning her, and never asking of her what she cared not to answer.

A harsh cry pierced the air and she looked up, startled. A swift falcon was weaving carefully through the trees, making its way to Tasarënì. She lifted her arm, sending out a quick prayer that the handsome bird's sharp talons not hold too tightly. He landed gracefully and met her eye with the intelligence of his kind. She looked at him in amazement, noting not without a start the roll of paper bound to his leg.

She removed it quickly with one delicate hand as he perched patiently. With a flick of her wrist, Tasa unrolled the letter, tears coming to her eyes as she received the long awaited message... Malris requested her presence, accompanied by Lómwë, at the Grey Havens. It is time, she thought. Time to go home.

Silently, but with a small smile, Tasarënì walked through the woods, seeking for Lómwë. They would leave at the first light.

05-18-2005, 02:42 AM	#10
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	DEDICATED CHARACTER 4.) Feanor of the Peredhil’s character – Lorien Elf Name: Tasarënì Age: 7221 years Race: Noldorin Elf of Lothlorien Gender: female Weapons: twin blades, slender and slightly curved; perfectly balanced with black hilts. Silver dagger elaborately carved with vines on the hilt. Is adept with both longbow and staff, but prefers niether. Years before she carried her blades crossed on her back. These days she goes weaponless but for the dagger which she keeps tucked away. Appearance: Tall and slender, Tasarënì has long golden hair that is usually partially braided to stay out of her eyes, but still falls to the middle of her back. She has pale skin that rarely flushes and shimmering grey eyes. Her favorite colors are blue and silver, and so usually she is clothed in flowing gowns in those colors. She wears a belt made to look like twining lengths of willow leaves. In days of battle, she was more likely to be found in men's garb, favoring knee-length tunics over loose breeches. Her armor was crimson, but is no longer around, having been cloven asunder during the Nirnaeth. She bears a long white scar along her left jaw bone. Personality: Tasarënì is unsure of herself, though not in battle. She avoids large gatherings at all costs, preferring fireside chats with old friends. When she was young, her love of all things good and her mercy brought her to become cold to those who were too ambitious to recognize what was right. Her heart melted some when she once witnessed a handsome young Elf turn aside from a race to help the son of Fëanor. From that moment she loved him for she saw in that instant past his short temper and to the kindness in his heart. Through the years, her heart has softened considerably until the only creatures who do not receive her unconditional love and mercy are the spawn of Melkor; those with no hope of salvation. To them, she is as cold as ice, and will slay them swiftly at need. Tasarënì is quick and intelligent, but saves her judgements, keeping counsel only with herself, and, in later Ages, with Galadriel. History: As a maiden in the fairest lands about Tirion, Tasarënì has always had a fondness for beautiful things. Her heart was open and she was merciful, but could not bear to tolerate ambitious types who would ignore a call for help to achieve their own ends. She was cold to most people, until they won her respect, but ever after would she be kind and gentle with them. When she was young, Tasarënì witnessed Malris in a race and loved him. Her unsurity caused her to delay in informing him of this fact, and eventually she decided not to. However being the perceptive lad that he is, he figured it out and was sick at heart, for he knew that he could not return her love, and so allowed her to believe he was unaware. However they became fast friends regardless. When Melkor stole the silmarilli, Tasa was absolutely devestated by the malice and the loss of such beauty. She could not stomach evil, and so when Fëanor called for war, her heart was kindled, and she joined him. When she learned that Malris rode as well, she was overjoyed. Her heart, kind and merciful as it was, was torn between her love of the Valar and her hatred of Morgoth. During the Kinslaying, though she took part, she knew that it was wrong and wept, her tears mingling with the blood of the Teleri. Through all battles, Tasa fought valiantly, believing it the greater evil to allow Morgoth's evil to spread than to destory it. Through this time, her friendship with Malris grew and at times they would meet in the midst of battle and smile to know each was there. At the Nirnaeth, Tasa was grieviously wounded and was unable to fight again for a very long time. It was at this time that she met Galadriel and knew that her allegiance was torn. Though she loved Maedhros and would happily lay down her life for him, she loved the goodness and purity of Galadriel and at this time vowed that she would lay down her arms and become a handmaiden, if allowed. It was, and she did. Through the many long years, Malris and Tasa lost touch, but she never forgot that her heart belonged to him, and he never forgot that he could not accept it. --------------------------------------- Feanor of the Peredhil’s post Tasarënì wiped away a quiet tear as she slowly passed through her deserted home for the last time. She had lived in Lothlorien as a maiden of the Lady of the Golden Wood for years beyond count. Though named for her love of the willows, the mallorns quickly became their equals in her heart, and she was loathe to leave them behind. She had watched silently as many of the first born passed from the land, tarrying long. For what had seemed an age, Tasarënì waited for an unknown sign, certain she would recognize it when it came. Every twilight she would walk the silent woods, marvelling. Song birds came to her, singing quiries of her sadness, and she smiled. She looked to the sky, noting a single ray of starlight passing through the canopy. She smiled softly, eyes downcast. It was time. She turned, glancing for the last time at the water by her feet, the trees that had been her silent companions for many long years, bearing witness to her grief, never condemning her, and never asking of her what she cared not to answer. A harsh cry pierced the air and she looked up, startled. A swift falcon was weaving carefully through the trees, making its way to Tasarënì. She lifted her arm, sending out a quick prayer that the handsome bird's sharp talons not hold too tightly. He landed gracefully and met her eye with the intelligence of his kind. She looked at him in amazement, noting not without a start the roll of paper bound to his leg. She removed it quickly with one delicate hand as he perched patiently. With a flick of her wrist, Tasa unrolled the letter, tears coming to her eyes as she received the long awaited message... Malris requested her presence, accompanied by Lómwë, at the Grey Havens. It is time, she thought. Time to go home. Silently, but with a small smile, Tasarënì walked through the woods, seeking for Lómwë. They would leave at the first light. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-31-2005 at 10:55 AM.