Lalaith of Dol Amroth
Sept 20, 2018 0:00:49 GMT -5
Post by Lalaith on Sept 20, 2018 0:00:49 GMT -5
.The Facade.
Character Name: Lalaith
Name Meaning: Laughter
Age: 24 (approximately 17 in maturity and appearance as far as Belfalathrim go)
Date of Birth: Yule, December 21st 2986 Third Age
Race: Man. Belfalathrim.
Residence: Dol Amroth
Profession: Blacksmith Assistant
Parents: Calon (89) and Narbeleth (88)
Sibling(s): None
Spouse: None
Children: None
History:
Character Name: Lalaith
Name Meaning: Laughter
Age: 24 (approximately 17 in maturity and appearance as far as Belfalathrim go)
Date of Birth: Yule, December 21st 2986 Third Age
Race: Man. Belfalathrim.
Residence: Dol Amroth
Profession: Blacksmith Assistant
Appearance: Lalaith bears her father’s ocean blue eyes and brown hair that falls in waves, and her mother’s freckles, though it’s hard to say who her smile came from; a combination of both parents, though it’s almost always painted across her face. Seldom seen in a dress, Lalaith wears almost exclusively breeches and a shirt or tunic, and of course her heavy apron at the forge.
Personality: Named appropriately, Lalaith grew in a home of laughter and has a spirit to match. Sometimes it may be difficult to take a long look at the young woman, for she is always in motion. Her energy exceeds that of most of her family, only because her parents are growing older and age and have needed to slow down some (though they would not quite admit that), and she is often the first to rise, and the last to go to retire at night. She is rarely inclined to sit still.
Though her family comes from the deep roots of the Faithful, and in the case of her mother’s family, a great deal of wealth, Lalaith has always preferred simplicity; spending time with friends and family is enough for her. She is close to her family, observant of emotions, and always willing to provide an emotional support to her many cousins, and advice whether it is practical or impractical, and she is always up for fun and joy and likes to drag others along for the ride. The world is meant to be felt and experienced.
Some in her family would call her careless. She is not a planner. But her parents call her carefree, which Lalaith is more inclined to agree with. She can be rather whimsical and eccentrically wild, full of preposterous ideas, and does not exactly come ‘down to earth’ from the clouds unless someone drags her there, and when they manage it, even she will congratulate them on their achievements.
Lalaith is intense in all ways, and sometimes this takes a more difficult road as well; she is highly turbulent when it comes to her emotions, and when something (thought it is not often that it occurs) manages to bring her down, she can plunge into despair. She is avoidant when it comes to confrontation, and cannot handle criticism, even if it is constructive. She will say and do what is necessary to get out of uncomfortable situations, even if it means bending the truth. Sometimes when there is nothing left to say, a song will do to change the subject or the mood, and Lalaith, being much like her mother in this regard, will try to while away the moods of others with her larking.
Though her family comes from the deep roots of the Faithful, and in the case of her mother’s family, a great deal of wealth, Lalaith has always preferred simplicity; spending time with friends and family is enough for her. She is close to her family, observant of emotions, and always willing to provide an emotional support to her many cousins, and advice whether it is practical or impractical, and she is always up for fun and joy and likes to drag others along for the ride. The world is meant to be felt and experienced.
Some in her family would call her careless. She is not a planner. But her parents call her carefree, which Lalaith is more inclined to agree with. She can be rather whimsical and eccentrically wild, full of preposterous ideas, and does not exactly come ‘down to earth’ from the clouds unless someone drags her there, and when they manage it, even she will congratulate them on their achievements.
Lalaith is intense in all ways, and sometimes this takes a more difficult road as well; she is highly turbulent when it comes to her emotions, and when something (thought it is not often that it occurs) manages to bring her down, she can plunge into despair. She is avoidant when it comes to confrontation, and cannot handle criticism, even if it is constructive. She will say and do what is necessary to get out of uncomfortable situations, even if it means bending the truth. Sometimes when there is nothing left to say, a song will do to change the subject or the mood, and Lalaith, being much like her mother in this regard, will try to while away the moods of others with her larking.
.The Blood.
Parents: Calon (89) and Narbeleth (88)
Sibling(s): None
Spouse: None
Children: None
History:
Lalaith was born into a home with parents who were rising in age. They had never wished to raise a child of their own; they kept busy as is with the smithy, and Beleth had helped bring into the world a thousand babies with her midwifery. Beyond that there were the hounds and the hens and the hunting, more than a dozen nieces and nephews, and if you counted the children of their cousins whom they were close to, there were more than three dozen.
It was not until the last of their nieces was born, that Beleth’s heart was stolen by the tiny infant in arms, and the couple who had creases and laugh lines woven over their faces; the couple who were yet young at heart; thought that they should like a child to share their home while they still had the chance.
Into the small and cozy home, Lalaith was born, not a year after the birth of her cousin. Raising her was simple. Not because the child was meek and mild, but because the parents were quite free with her. They guided her in her own ways, and they made good use of the washtub, but there was not a day when the energetic youth did not find her way both in and out of some sort of mischief, and she was often left unsupervised. Yet, she never came by too much trouble; at least she didn’t come by trouble that she or her parents could not get her out of, and her home was filled with joy.
Lalaith has never cared to learn the trade of her mother’s midwifery, nor has she learned beyond the meager basics of domesticity (and she only knows these things well enough for the summer her parents traveled to Minas Tirith without her and she was left in the solemn care of her Aunt Miriel who bored he to tears of frustration, during the moments she was not driving her aunt to tears of exasperation). She can patch a pair of pants when she tears a hole in them, and she knows how to scrub the crust off a pan when she burns supper to it, but she would much rather be covered from head to toe in black soot working the bellows or the striker in her father’s forge. She enjoys to hammer at the forge; the heavy work seems to center her.
Her parents have lost track of the number of times she broke and needed to have splinted a finger, a toe, a wrist, and an arm. At least she only broke her leg once, but it was when she was quite young and had snuck out the side door of her Uncle Faeldor’s carriage in motion, to try and climb atop it as they traveled the Edhellond road between Dol Amroth and the Inn. She only succeeded for a minute before she fell off and the wheel ran over her leg, and her Uncle still does not trust her to ride alone in the cabin to this day. Her falls aren’t necessarily due to clumbsiness, but she puts more daring into her feats than perhaps she should.
Lalaith takes great interest in the family sport of hunting, and has practiced archery from an early age. Much like her father and grandfather, she can follow a trail by both scent and taste, and she can bring any quarry down with an eye or a double lung shot and one arrow. She can chase, corner, cut off, and quarry her prey, and she’s not shy of of cleaning and preserving the meat when she’s finished. Cooking is one domestic task she is generally capable of, for when the meat is dragged home one needs to finish the process, and she also enjoys baking, which her grandmother and her Aunt Gilwen managed to interest her in due to the fact that sweets result; though if doing so unaccompanied she’s prone to distraction and burning the food, and sometimes it looks as if a hurricane swept the flour through the house while her back was turned.
While now on the cusp of womanhood, for twenty five is the age when the Southern Dunedain reach maturity, Lalaith feels very little a woman. Not that she does not wish to be considered a lady, but she would like to be one on her own terms. She finds the drudgery relentless, and she’s not entirely certain that she is up for the task. She would rather ignore the topic and continue to pass time working with her father in the forge and spending time with her numerous friends, family, and acquaintances, or seeking after the next thrill tracking game deep in the pine forests, or sailing her skiff upon the open waters, or climbing on the cliffs of Belfalas while the sun and the moon and the waves watch.
It was not until the last of their nieces was born, that Beleth’s heart was stolen by the tiny infant in arms, and the couple who had creases and laugh lines woven over their faces; the couple who were yet young at heart; thought that they should like a child to share their home while they still had the chance.
Into the small and cozy home, Lalaith was born, not a year after the birth of her cousin. Raising her was simple. Not because the child was meek and mild, but because the parents were quite free with her. They guided her in her own ways, and they made good use of the washtub, but there was not a day when the energetic youth did not find her way both in and out of some sort of mischief, and she was often left unsupervised. Yet, she never came by too much trouble; at least she didn’t come by trouble that she or her parents could not get her out of, and her home was filled with joy.
Lalaith has never cared to learn the trade of her mother’s midwifery, nor has she learned beyond the meager basics of domesticity (and she only knows these things well enough for the summer her parents traveled to Minas Tirith without her and she was left in the solemn care of her Aunt Miriel who bored he to tears of frustration, during the moments she was not driving her aunt to tears of exasperation). She can patch a pair of pants when she tears a hole in them, and she knows how to scrub the crust off a pan when she burns supper to it, but she would much rather be covered from head to toe in black soot working the bellows or the striker in her father’s forge. She enjoys to hammer at the forge; the heavy work seems to center her.
Her parents have lost track of the number of times she broke and needed to have splinted a finger, a toe, a wrist, and an arm. At least she only broke her leg once, but it was when she was quite young and had snuck out the side door of her Uncle Faeldor’s carriage in motion, to try and climb atop it as they traveled the Edhellond road between Dol Amroth and the Inn. She only succeeded for a minute before she fell off and the wheel ran over her leg, and her Uncle still does not trust her to ride alone in the cabin to this day. Her falls aren’t necessarily due to clumbsiness, but she puts more daring into her feats than perhaps she should.
Lalaith takes great interest in the family sport of hunting, and has practiced archery from an early age. Much like her father and grandfather, she can follow a trail by both scent and taste, and she can bring any quarry down with an eye or a double lung shot and one arrow. She can chase, corner, cut off, and quarry her prey, and she’s not shy of of cleaning and preserving the meat when she’s finished. Cooking is one domestic task she is generally capable of, for when the meat is dragged home one needs to finish the process, and she also enjoys baking, which her grandmother and her Aunt Gilwen managed to interest her in due to the fact that sweets result; though if doing so unaccompanied she’s prone to distraction and burning the food, and sometimes it looks as if a hurricane swept the flour through the house while her back was turned.
While now on the cusp of womanhood, for twenty five is the age when the Southern Dunedain reach maturity, Lalaith feels very little a woman. Not that she does not wish to be considered a lady, but she would like to be one on her own terms. She finds the drudgery relentless, and she’s not entirely certain that she is up for the task. She would rather ignore the topic and continue to pass time working with her father in the forge and spending time with her numerous friends, family, and acquaintances, or seeking after the next thrill tracking game deep in the pine forests, or sailing her skiff upon the open waters, or climbing on the cliffs of Belfalas while the sun and the moon and the waves watch.