Wynfled of Rohan

Character Name: Wynfled

Name Meaning: Joy in beauty.

Age: 28 (3011)

Date of Birth: April 1 2984

Race: Woman

Residence: Edoras

Profession: Previously apprenticed to a Chandler, currently Domestic Goddess Homemaker.

Appearance:

Wynfled is 5'9, and has a feminine roundness to her features, which she is fond of for she knows it will keep her looking youthful beyond her years. She has brilliant golden hair. So as not to be outshone by her sister's, the darker streaks that sneak through are kept at bay by an adequate use of bleaching with lime. Intrepidly arched eyebrows seem to dominate all the females of the family and were not lost on Wynfled.

She is particular of her appearance; every hair set in place, and fond of adornments and finery. Dressing to impress, Wynfled makes keen use of her perfumes, and scented oils to drown out the odor of horses that her husband brings home with him. She smells as a meadow among the equestrian-people on the hill city.

Personality:

Finding herself to be among the betters of society, Wynfled's lofty attitude keeps her eyes situated above the dregs of city. Learning well from her Mother and Sister, she spends her time and attention on only those she deems worthy; and she finds that as time goes on, her own standards have risen while seemingly her sister's have fallen. Assured of her own standards, she spends a great deal of time trying to make sure everyone else knows how superior she is as well, and she takes great interest in visiting and trying to appease the upper class.

Wynfled is floundering and grasping through life to protect her social credibility, hoping on her schemes, always slightly unhappy and knowing that will not change for the sake of the way things are; yet she focuses on improving her social standing, and she deems herself to be doing quite well.

She cannot always handle her matters coolly, and resorts at times to insult, snipping, and offense giving. Wynfled has somewhat of a temper when things push her beyond her breaking point. It not often that she is given to full out tantrums, but things that prick her deep can lead to later regrettable outbursts.

Beneath it all, Wynfled does have heart and desires beyond her position, though from the regrettable decisions that at least three of her parents have made and her family history, as well as some of those her sister is well into, she feels she must rise above their antics in other ways. She cherishes her close friendships and is fiercely devoted to them, finding her “sisterhood” being the place of her belonging… and still, never quite enough.





Parents:
Mama: Olfete

Father: Adwine

Pa: Famon

Da: Elgard

Sister: Avila .29. and Sigrid .25.

Husband: Bjarr .25.

Children: None .ever.

History:

Olfete had ordered new thatching for the roof of their home on a hot June day. Her husband, crippled in warfare, and unable to climb the ladder and do the work himself; she had called for the help of two young thatchers. The twin brothers of her childhood friend, Elin, they'd been a fancy of Olfete's imaginations for some years.

With her toddler, Avila, settled down for a nap, and her husband to his musings at Meduseld, Olfete had gained her pleasure between the two of them, the most beautiful new roof in Edoras, and a new belly for her troubles.

Which man was the blood father mattered not, for as had been done with the first child borne to him by Olfete, Adwine named Wynfled as his own and raised her up as his daughter. She wanted for nothing, be it dress or hair comb or trinket from the markets as a youth. And afterward came the final sister, Sigrid, though she was unlike the others in antics.

Wynfled took after her elder sister, her role model, in all ways during their childhood. Avila taught her how to speak and get her way. She knew well their place in the city, her Father a highly trusted adviser to the King, they hardly had to ask twice for any whimsey and none looked down upon them.

At eleven years old, when her sister had wandered into the realm of youthful girlish fantasies, Olfete had need to take the girls aside and let them know their true parentage. Wynfled found her own rather disturbing, for Olfete knew not who her foresire was between the two men. “Consider them both,” Olfete had stated, a gleam of amusement in her eye.

When Wynfled came into her twelfth year, as her sister before her, Adwine wished for his daughter to learn a useful skill. It was with her heavy interests in scented oils and botanicals that she began to work alongside a widowed woman, Cynewyn. Candlemaking was not of particular interest to Wynfled, though she found pleasure in the simple art of soap making with her. It was not long before she was combining her botanicals with soaps to make scented bars, turning oils and lanolin into balms which makes skin to stay youthful, using waxes and dyes to create concoctions of paints for lips and eyes to make one look refreshed and lovely.

Wynfled watched her elder sister fumble about in her work at the Healing Hall though, loathing to work outside the home for their position in the city, and this is where Wynfled began to deviate from Avila in desires. She herself enjoyed her own work, even with a lowly Chandler, using her hands to create something she found useful and beautiful. Though it was nothing to make a living on, she did not need it for her Father had wealth enough to support her. Wynfled simply liked to keep her hands as busy as her mouth, and Avila had never protested her sister's work, for she brought home often new paints which her sister delighted in using.

Between her craftings with the chandler, her obsessive habits of tidying, her love of needlework, and her long, drawn out chats with her sister and dearest friends, Wynfled kept herself busy. Girlish ramblings among her youthful friends led to more depth as they aged, and she watched as Avila's interest in men grew alongside the others. Wynfled did not mind encouraging them in their fantasies, though there was no desire in her for love of men, and she often wished they would not speak of matches for herself. As she grew and blossomed into her own womanly loveliness she found it disturbing the way men would speak to her and look upon her. To say the least, she wanted nothing to do with their attention.

She and her friends would often wander down to the training grounds to watch the trainees sparring and wrestling, to cheer them on, and of course give eye to the ones they desired. Wynfled, not willing to be left out, and enjoying the company of her girl friends, went with the others as always. It was for the first time on an autumn day that someone caught Wynfled's own eye. Unfortunately for her desires, it was Bjarr who saw her glances instead of the one she watched with interested, and he assumed she was watching him. She was seventeen when they met, and he fifteen. She knew the young man had intention for her well before he had brought up the nerve to say anything about it. She ignored his interest for a long while, though he persisted.

When she was twenty, and he eighteen, Avila took notice and pointed it out to her, and Olfete began to press soon thereafter. Bjarr's Father was from a line of well decorated Captains. They had some wealth among their name. Her family thought he was not a poor match at all, though he did lack some for appearance in their eyes. Bjarr loved her, and she tolerated him. Avila was now married, and despite Wynfled's protests, she finally gave in to Olfete's insistence that she needed to catch her own husband. Faking sweet smiles, though never touching, she feigned a shyness around him that mirrored his own.

Bjarr saw a mild, modest, and lovely girl in her, and promised hearth and home to Wynfled, and they determined that when he had finished his training and served enough time to purchase a house worthy of Wynfled's standing, they would be wed. For Bjarr's size and build, Wynfled was not fully upset by their bargain; he did not look as if he were a young man to last long into his first stints with the Eored. Even if he made it that far, and they were to eventually wed, she would surely be a widow before long, and the thought suited her. Widowhood was an honorable position, and would leave her with title and Bjarr's inheritance, as he was the only child of his Father.

After a long, drawn out courtship, Wynfled and Bjarr were wed when she was twenty-five and he twenty-three. She has not much fondness for the man, but she does take care of him in many ways as a housewife should. He has good food to eat, mead to drink, and stool to rest his feet upon when he returns home from his stints with the Eored. She does offer the same care with his opinions however, and no longer pretends to be as shy as she once was. It can be said that Wynfled wears the pants in the relationship, and the household is hers to run. She goes above and beyond to prove what a fine house she keeps, and what a hard working wife she can be for her husband. She has never shared her husband's bed nor his affections, living celibate and keeping to her own quarters.

Bjarr worked hard to gain the warmth of his wife in early days, though has given up on most of his attempts, simply trying to keep her happy with at least their household and material possessions, and still fully devoted, loving her with unsuffering endurance. He could, however, do without having her sister around so often. He seeks out as many extra shifts upon the plain with the Eored as his time allows to steer clear of the gossiping and to keep him occupied as his dreams of having his own children seem to be in vain.

Though Wynfled has never been unfaithful to Bjarr, her eyes do wander yet.

Wynfled spends her days now tidying her household and keeping up her craft in her home, but most importantly, keeping company with her sister and her other close friends, sharing news and happenings along with cups of tea, spiked in various ways, and above all, keeping up appearances.