Lirtalleth, daughter of Dol Amroth
Sept 21, 2018 6:47:02 GMT -5
Post by Talla on Sept 21, 2018 6:47:02 GMT -5
.The Facade.
Character Name: Lirtalleth, though her family calls her Talla.
Name Meaning: Song miracle.
Age: 24, though for the Southern Dunedain of Belfalas, she is approximately 17 in maturity.
Date of Birth: January 1st 2986 Third Age
Race: Man, Belfalathrim
Residence: Dol Amroth, Belfalas
Profession: Baker for wage, though certainly an artist.
Appearance: While part of the Belfalathrim, Lirtalleth is actually quite petite, standing at around 5’2”, a mere inch taller than her mother. She is slender, fair of skin, with blue-grey eyes that look like the clouds that sometimes head the storms that come in from the water. She has thin lips, a round, button-nose that she inherited from her mother, and long fingers that cannot sit still that she inherited from her father. She has long dark hair, as is common for her people, and retains a look of youth that makes her look younger than she truly is.
Personality:
.The Blood.
Parents:
Father: Faeldor
Mother: Gilwen
Sibling(s): Talla has five older brothers:
Eladar
Lathrengil
Calilthil
Menelion
Gilraenor
Spouse: None.
Children: None.
History:
Talla was the last child born to her parents, a true treasure for them, and their only daughter. She had been unexpected, unplanned—an accident, though her parents knew her only as a miracle.
She was a miracle because Faeldor had been certain that all of his children would be girls, for such was the family legacy. It had surprised, and grieved him in a way, to have only sons by his wife. When Talla was born, she was the gift from the Valar he had been praying for.
She was a miracle because Gilwen was thought to be beyond her childbearing years.
She was a miracle because Gilwen had thought she had miscarried, yet Talla grew strong.
She was a miracle because Narbeleth, the midwife and her loving aunt, had held doubts that either Lirtalleth or Gilwen would live through such a difficult pregnancy and birth, for it had been months that Gilwen had been trapped in bed for resting.
She was born healthy, and in her parents’ eyes, perfect. “Lirtalleth” was quick to come from Faeldor’s lips for her name, in memory of her triumph, of Gilwen’s triumph, and the quiet nights Faeldor had sang to them both as they sat waiting to meet their treasure.
So great was her parents' love of her, her childhood could be described as nothing short of a dream. Her father was quick to spoil her, for he had waited a long time to have a girl of his own to while away time with, and her mother had been as doting to her as she had all of her sons before. They grew alike, Talla and Gilwen, and the whole family began to see their uncanny resemblance in personality. Talla was loving and kind, gentle despite the pervasive influence of her somewhat rowdy brothers; she took to her studies wholeheartedly, and was often caught daydreaming about the house or along the shore.
Talla had a vivid imagination and active hands, so it was no surprise she grew to love both the art of painting and the art of writing plays. Still, for all her gentleness, there was a streak of her father's energy within her that was not wholly contented by such mild interests. Lalaith, her cousin and closest friend, was the child of the family that was closest in age to her, and as such they grew alongside each other as flowers in a garden. Lalaith, or Lally, was the one that was constantly spearheading adventures all about Dol Amroth.
Lally would have found a lot more trouble, had her parents not been so well liked, and Talla so sweet and quick to pipe up in her defense. She knew her father was less than fond of the trouble his niece dragged his precious daughter into, though Gilwen never seemed overly concerned and merely reminded both of the girls to be very careful.
As she grew older, Talla began to regret some of her shyness. It was not that she hated it, perhaps, but it became a struggle for her to speak with people with the same ease as her brothers and father, or even Lally and her Aunt Beleth and Uncle Calon. It was when she was around sixteen years of age that she began to explore ways to break beyond her timid nature, and the little skits she began to write took on life as she, Lally, Aunt Beleth, and even her mother began to partake in acting them through.
Around the same time she took up work in the kitchens of the Starlight Inn, baking alongside her mother and grandmother until Meleth had saw fit to retire. It did not take long before Faeldor had allowed her to spread her duties, offering her a night a week to present her plays, most often with Lally, herself, and her brothers as actors. (Because of the manner of the cast available, Talla has only ever written one romance, and it was a gift for her mother and father for Yule one year: the story of how they met. She was eager for them to act it out, while her brothers appeared less interested.)
When her mother opened up a soup kitchen in town, Gilraen's Ladle, Talla also spent time there, presenting her plays for the hungry that came to stave off their discomfort of their gnawing stomachs. She, like her mother and father, have great concern for the less fortunate, for she knows the stories of her mother's youth in Minas Tirith, and often wondered what it was like to be in such a place as Gilwen had been.
She is growing into herself now, almost a lady, and ready to face more of Middle-Earth. Peace has come from Mordor, and Lally is by her side. What manner of adventure is next?