Kelet, Avari of Rhun
Apr 10, 2018 2:49:34 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Apr 10, 2018 2:49:34 GMT -5
.The Facade.
Character Name:
Kelet - (Easterling title meaning spirit or ghost)
Kelet - (Easterling title meaning spirit or ghost)
Od Üzmerch (Easterling title meaning the oracle)
Elira (Given Avari birth-name meaning to be free)
Name Meaning: a spirit
Age: 1376
Date of Birth1634 T.A, after the great plague struck Rhun and the Avari could wander freely for a short few years.
Race: Avarin Elf
Residence: The Wilds, formerly of Rhun.
Profession: Oracle, Star-seer
Appearance: White of hair, and and blue grey eyes. Tall and lithe, with a straight and regal bearing, as any of her kin, she has the stars of Cuiviénen reflected in her gaze. She prefers to dress in white, though now among the woodland realm she garbs herself in what she is given to wear. Kelet prefers to be barefoot at all times; she rarely wears slippers upon her feet and has never owned boots. She hold scars upon both her wrists and ankles from the grinding of the shackles she wore for 65 years.
Personality: Kelet has lived with such lack of personality for so many years, she is not certain she knows herself any longer. She once would sing, would enjoy the fresh air and the daylight, though long was she in hiding to move only in darkness and silence. In Rhun she spoke with a voice and authority which was not her true nature, merely what she used to stay alive, to force the Easterlings to have a respect and fear of her. Her domineering mask may still shines through when she is frightened and trying to gain control of a situation.
She has a spirit of curiosity about the world around her, and knows very little of her own kin, or of the elves in general, though inherently feels as one with nature, with the earth, and especially taking a fondness to waters; she will make any excuse to wade in or dip her fingers in any lake or stream. She loves the sound of the water singing, and it lulls her to contentment.
Kelet speaks no Westron, nor Sindarin, nor Quenyan; She once spoke the language of her own kin which began ages ago as Telerin and has changed and morphed over the years to something which would be unrecognizable to the Teleri who had journeyed West of the Sea. She is now fluent in the language of the Easterlings, with whom she resided for many years.
She is afraid of humans, hiding in their presence, staying strictly avoidant of any dealings, fearing that she would again be held captive, and she knows nothing of any race besides the Easterlings. She has never heard of dwarves, nor does she know anything of the western elves which reside in Middle Earth, only hearing little in her upbringing of the 'deserters', the elves which left the starry shores of Cuiviénen for Aman.
For many years, Kelet has been known as an oracle, and star seer, though most of this was a ruse, and she never has truly believed she had any abilities of foresight, at least not for the lives of others. She has always had deep and vivid dreams of the lands that lay to the west; dark forests with running streams, golden trees which grow upwards to the sky, cliffs and waterfalls, and those of the sea.
.The Blood.
Parents:
Mother: Afërdita
Father: Name unknown.
History:
Her kin had always lived in the far east of Rhun; beyond the sea of Helcar where Cuiviénen was once their homeland; the place of their awakening. They hearts could bear not to depart from the shores of the sea with the stars overhead, and when the Valar discovered them there, and drew the three Kings of the Noldor, the Teleri, and the Vanyar west with them, the ones left behind were called the Avari: the Unwilling, The Refusers, the Wild Elves.
The Noldor, and the Vanyar had left them first, and the Teleri last, bearing the most likeness to them in those days before the world changed. Unbidden were the Avari to seek to the west. Beautiful were the stars and lovely was the sea, and they had no want for light of the trees for starlight was enough. Eventually the moon rose, followed by the sun, but the Avari knew not which events taking place in the western lands led to this.
The Avari remained on the shores of the sea, their numbers growing fewer and fewer as the years went by. Many vanished without a trace, falling into the grips of Morgoth to be tortured and corrupted into his first breed of orcs. It was when the War of Wrath came upon them after the years of the Trees, during the First Age, that the world went into upheaval. The remaining Avari scattered across the earth. Some returned after a time to seek their Cuiviénen, but the sea of Helcar was gone, and the place where it had been was a dry wasteland. Still, those who had once seen the sea had been unable to leave the place where the stars told them the Awakening had been, and remained in the torn land; unable to live together in safety for the growing Easterling population of Rhun, they became nomadic. Wandering. Hiding.
As years passed by, and ages, the armies of the Easterlings grew again, gathering beneath the Dark Lord who was rising in Mordor, until at last a great war erupted and they rallied together at the gates of Mordor. It was few then who returned to the eastern lands thereafter, for Sauron had been defeated, and many of the great commanders and armies fell with them.
At that time, some of the Avari would meet again beneath the stars where the Cuiviénen had been. Few of the original elves were remaining, some there were of second and third generation. This was where Kelet's parents met during the third age; and where she was conceived. Though the days then were not even safe for the elves of Rhun, and her father had vanished along with many others again before even she was born into the world.
The days of Kelet's youth were passed with her mother, though she had a different name. They would take through the shrublands, following the stars through the seasons; and always wandering back to the desert land where the lost sea had once rolled in wave. Kelet saw only desert. The land was arid, and there was little rain, and no great streams. She grew weary of looking upon sand, and at times when she was of an age though not yet grown, would remain in the uplands where there were, at least, scraggly plants. Life of some sort… feeling a strange urge within her as she looked to the western sky, and a desire to follow the stars westward, while her mother would travel down to the desert for a few days on her own and seek as if the sea would return to her.
One day, her mother did not return. Three days had passed. A week, two. Kelet went in seeking of her, but there was no trace, and she had become alone.
Kelet wandered for seasons along the edges of the waste, taking to the shrublands for solitude, and then coursing back to the great desert. It was not the ancient sea which drew her, but her want of her mother, hoping that one day she would walk upon the sand and see her figure standing and looking up to star, yet that day never came, and Kelet continued to wander. Years passed her by; she knew not how many, and the desert was unchanging. Open.
If she would have kept herself among the shrublands, she would have come to no trouble for she was good at hiding, but Kelet wandered often into the open lands to seek for her mother, often at night, and guided by the stars. It was on one such night when she, looking upward, had been taken into sights by a group of the Wainriders of the East.
That was when she had first been called “Kelet”, or “a spirit” in the language of the Easterlings, for the sight of her fair skin and white hair, and she was held at spear point and questioned in a language she did not know, though the Wainriders feared to kill her instantly though, that they would then be haunted.
Kelet had tried to explain by hand motions that she was traveling west, following the westward stars, and was of no harm to the swarthy men, but her gestures and fearful expression, followed by a choking dust storm which sprung up to the west of them in the minutes following had convinced them that she was more than simple spirit, but an oracle. The Wainriders then knew that they must not bring her to harm, but take her across the desert to one of their chieftains, who lived in a palace and was of great renown in the Easterling world.
In time Kelet learned their language well, and she lived among the Easterlings; not a chained captive, but a prisoner nonetheless for she was not allowed to leave. Though Kelet had never considered herself wise, only knowing what she had learned from her mother and from nature as she traveled, she could make herself seem wise for the Easterlings. She could make herself to look upon the stars and tell stories, and make predictions. She would make so many predictions that some of them were sure to be the truth, and the others were simply “truths which had not yet come to pass”.
She was treated well, given great esteem where she lived, but in her heart Kelet knew that it was all false. The stone walls of the palace were her prison, and her only escape was the open ceilinged observatory where she would pass the nights with her predictions. She was never allowed to be mistreated by rule of the chieftain, and thought quite special among them; and Kelet had some comfort in the fact that they feared her in a way. It gave her a small power to remain her own, though at night time she would look to the western sky and still long to travel.
The men would age and die, their sons taking after them as successors, all through the years she did not age, and it added to the fear and respect the people gave her. They garbed her in white, and went often to seek advice before they left on their war rides, and Kelet would always give them assurance of their victories, which for years; centuries; remained true.
Until a day came that a feuding chieftain amassed a force great enough to decimate their numbers. In one day, Kelet's dignity and respect was taken from her as a new chieftain moved upon the throne. Still she was not slain for her wisdom as an oracle was still to be taken advantage of, though she was no longer trusted and did not live in peace any longer with the new Easterling leaders, who knew she was an elf and felt the threat of what magic she might posses. She found herself shackled by the wrists and chained, to be led about to between her observatory and her chambers and no longer trusted to make the short walk herself.
Even more turmoil erupted in the palace, and it seemed that the rule would change hands year by year, giving no chance for those who reigned to truly take hold of the outlying villages surrounding them. There was discussion; for Kelet heard it with ears which were much more sensitive than what the Easterlings could discern, that the oracle living among them was causing bad luck. That she should be slain before things came to be worse. There was always the fear though that she would haunt them thereafter, and so they sought to weaken her, barring most food and water from crossing her lips. This did well to weaken Kelet, though the Easterlings were not aware of the hardiness of elves and still she lived on.
It was on the last day in the palace when Kelet woke from her dream sleep; a dream she had taken often had lulled her longer than her usual. Visions of water, green forests, and a far off mountain in the distance. Mountain ranges higher still, with snow capped peaks, and beyond them the vastness of the sea. A long time ago her mother would have told her she was dreaming of Cuiviénen, but Kelet knew better. She was dreaming of the west, and the desire to reach it was stronger in her than ever. She stared from the western window; her hands fettered together with a chain between at the wrists, and an eerie silence had overcome the city, which she soon discovered with her freedom.
The villagers had made for an uprising in the night under the lead of Pallando, the blue wizard; poisoning the leaders of the palace, and entering to slay whoever else had been among the halls. The sight was grisly, but the oracle was freed from her tower, and Kelet stepped out into the open air beyond the palace walls for the first time in a thousand years, almost unsure of what to do for herself, but looking westward. She hid in the shadows, and departed.
Kelet followed the stars westward, stopping to rest and hide when it suited her, until she reached the forest of Agasha Dag, which held some distant memory to her. Whether it was physical memory of her own, or that of which she had been told by her mother, she could not recall, yet the upland forest had a fairy quality to it; and it seemed to Kelet that she had returned home. She lingered there for a season, and came upon no other souls, which felt as lead to the heart for Kelet had never been so alone for so long; even the Easterlings had been some company, at least in her many early years among them.
Onward she traveled until the great shores of the sea came to her sight. Not the sea of her dreams, but the sea of Rhun, and Kelet passed by many fishing villages, and saw people moving off in the distance, though dared not to approach, lest they be Wainriders or anyone who would once more take her captive. She loved the sea however, and snuck down to it in the nights. So long a captive of the desert wastes, the waters spoke to her, and she would enter in, though unable to swim for the rusting shackles which still bound her arms, and she had been unable to remove. Her hope was not with this sea, however, and she followed the coast until she came to the great river which ran into it, and she journey the river until it diverged; red in one direction as it came from the red iron hills, and water running clear from the west.
The west. It was all Kelet could think of and all she seeked. The western way was her route, until her visions would tell her otherwise, and they grew stronger day by day, until the river led through dense trees and finally opened up into a lake, and across that lake she saw the mountain, standing solo, alone, like her.
Kelet knew this was the mountain view given in her dream sleep, though from the wrong perspective, and she looked still west. Following the edge of the. There were people here as well; fisherfolk mostly, perhaps traders, yet she would hide when they were yet far off, and understood none of the language they spoke in passing with each other.
It was when she came to the outlet of another river on the edge of the lake, a smaller river, which led toward the great western forest, Kelet paused in her journey, almost hesitant. The forest seemed deep, and wild, though the view of the mountain from here was with exactness, and she knew this was the place she was meant to travel. What awaited her here, well, that was left to the stars to decide.