Erestor of Rivendell
Oct 28, 2018 2:05:52 GMT -5
Post by ERESTOR MAGLORION on Oct 28, 2018 2:05:52 GMT -5
.The Facade.
Character Name: Erestor Maglorion (Sindarin)
Character Name: Erestor Maglorion (Sindarin)
Erinquanóro (Quenyan)
Name Meaning: lonely brother
Age: 7137
Date of Birth: 1490 Year of the Trees (14,277 in Sun Years)
Race: Noldor Elf
Residence: Imladris
Profession: Chief Counsellor of Lord Elrond
Appearance: Tall, though not quite as tall as Lord Elrond or some of the other high elves of Imladris, Erestor looks a true Noldor. His eyes are grey; his hair dark. His face is angular; often stern. Smiles come rare, though they can in some circumstances, from the right people, be drawn from his lips.
Erestor is pale skinned for much of his time is spent indoors. He prefers to dress in all manners of dark clothing, ranging from navy to black, though he has never shied away from a small bit of embroidered embellishment on these articles, his manner of dress could be considered plain to many of the Noldor who have finer tastes.
The elf smells of parchment and ink; and his fingertips are often stained black from the inkwells. There is always a quill in his breastpocket, and the laundress of Lord Elrond’s halls would tell you that it is lucky he wears dark clothes for she would never be able to remove the ink blotches from his tunics otherwise.
He is always occupied in some manner; which lends to his hands being full; whether it is with parchments and ink, books or scrolls. He goes here and there on missive, and his natural walking pace would have most keeping a steady jog at his side.
Erestor is pale skinned for much of his time is spent indoors. He prefers to dress in all manners of dark clothing, ranging from navy to black, though he has never shied away from a small bit of embroidered embellishment on these articles, his manner of dress could be considered plain to many of the Noldor who have finer tastes.
The elf smells of parchment and ink; and his fingertips are often stained black from the inkwells. There is always a quill in his breastpocket, and the laundress of Lord Elrond’s halls would tell you that it is lucky he wears dark clothes for she would never be able to remove the ink blotches from his tunics otherwise.
He is always occupied in some manner; which lends to his hands being full; whether it is with parchments and ink, books or scrolls. He goes here and there on missive, and his natural walking pace would have most keeping a steady jog at his side.
Personality: The scholar foremost knowledgeable and worthy of the position he has worked himself to in Lord Elrond’s halls. He is wise, and gregarious with the wisdom imparted him. He is also austere, sharp tongued, and blunt, he lets his opinion be known whether one wishes to hear it or not. His opinions are backed by evidence and hard facts; though his feelings sometimes give way to the spaces of day to day life; Erestor always does what he does for reasons beyond simple emotions; though emotions and attitudes can play into his decisions heavily he must have some additional evidence to set him to temper or strife.
A scholar of all knowledge, Erestor prefers to while away his time in the studies of Imladris, rather than in active sports and hobbies. He can still wield a sword and has never taken grave injury in battle, though to the chagrin of Glorfindel, does not practice near enough. Though he does not quiz every visitor to the realm for information, he has his own go-to sources and informants, and often knows what is happening with every member of the household of Elrond and those beyond.
The elf lord is nothing but devoted to the realm of Imladris and Lord Elrond. Glorfindel would come a close second, though the two elves are often jiving at one another. Erestor would never admit that he enjoys such debates, though he does. He is somewhat of a loner, and his words can come as sharp, Erestor underlying has a kindness and concern within for the general populace of the real; especially for some who have earned it of him. Those who show similar loyalties and devotions. For those who have drawn onto his bad side, he doesn’t give a care; and he also is not discreet about letting them know his point of view.
A scholar of all knowledge, Erestor prefers to while away his time in the studies of Imladris, rather than in active sports and hobbies. He can still wield a sword and has never taken grave injury in battle, though to the chagrin of Glorfindel, does not practice near enough. Though he does not quiz every visitor to the realm for information, he has his own go-to sources and informants, and often knows what is happening with every member of the household of Elrond and those beyond.
The elf lord is nothing but devoted to the realm of Imladris and Lord Elrond. Glorfindel would come a close second, though the two elves are often jiving at one another. Erestor would never admit that he enjoys such debates, though he does. He is somewhat of a loner, and his words can come as sharp, Erestor underlying has a kindness and concern within for the general populace of the real; especially for some who have earned it of him. Those who show similar loyalties and devotions. For those who have drawn onto his bad side, he doesn’t give a care; and he also is not discreet about letting them know his point of view.
.The Blood.
Parents:
Father: Cannafinwë (Maglor) of Tirion
Mother: Terceniel of Tirion
Sibling(s): None
Spouse: None
Children: None
History:
Lady Terceniel of Tirion, like those before her, was of a line of noblewoman who served in the courts of the High King of the Noldor. Her grandmother had been a lady in waiting to Miriel, Lord Finwë’s first wife, her mother came after to serve beneath his second wife, Indis, and Terceniel became a playmate, and later a lady in waiting to Findis, the queen’s eldest daughter. It was in the courts of of Tirion where Terceniel met and fell in love with Maglor, the grandson of the King.
Terceniel was heavy with child when Feanor made threat against his brother and was banished to Formenos. Maglor left his in Tirion with Findis, and it was no more than days later when their elfling was born. His name was given to him, lonely brother for Terceniel had once wished to raise a large family, but with her husband departed she had little hope but for a vision. At the birth of her son, as many elf women are known, they are gifted a vision of their children’s future or temperament in order to name them, and she saw her son grown, both fair and grim; with dark elflings beside him. Elflings which would be his brothers, in a way. Terceniel could not decipher the meaning of the vision, yet she named him by it, and she watched her son grow as she raised him alone.
Erestor did not have a chance to know his Father in his youth. He grew with stories of Maglor; and stories of Feanor, and the beauty of the Silmarils which had been crafted by the hands of his grandfather. The days of his childhood were lonely as his namesake, for he was one of the last elflings born during those days when the strife had occurred between the sons of the king, and many of their people had gone away to Formenos. There were none of his age to play with, and his company was kept with primarily adults; so Erestor matured perhaps more quickly than he may have otherwise. He was not one for sunlight and laughter, and it showed for his pale skin that he was a child who devoured books, and scrolls, and histories to no end, tucked away in the archives and towers of the glistening city of Tirion upon Túna. He pined for news of his Father during those days, but little came. Maglor was little more than a legendary figure in the eyes of his son; his banner hanging walls of their home.
The world changed when Erestor had lived only forty eight years. The lights of the world were vanquished when the two trees were destroyed, and the Silmaril’s were seized. The High King was dead, and Feanor became king in his stead. Those who had spent all the years of Erestor’s life in Formenos came down from the northern fortress to Tirion, and when he saw the banner of his Father raised, Erestor went to them. For the first time, he took sight of his Father, garbed in steel, with forged steel strapped upon his side, yet his Father did not know him, and he could not draw nearer than the crowds as Feanor and his sons rallied as many as they could to join their cause to cross the sea. To seek after the Silmarils which they had made oath upon.
Seeking approval and pining for attention from the father he had never known, Erestor who was grown in body, though only halfway to maturity, took up the armor and the banner of house Feanor, and found himself serving as a squire when the march of the Noldor took them to Alqualondë. He did not pause to think that he had not even said goodbye to his Mother until they were too far from home to have turned to do so. He was not ready, nor suited to fight when Feanor declared treason against the Falmari, and Erestor was among those who watched the bloodying of Alqualondë from the cliffs. When the blood rivers ran through the pearl city, and his own eyes had beheld his kin taking fate into their own hands; his Father among them, Erestor knew he could not return to his Mother in Tirion. He was as much a kinslayer himself for having watched the ongoings, and when his kin stole the ships and sailed, Erestor went with them.
Throughout the years of strife in the first age, Erestor rode beneath the banners of of the houses of Feanor; living mostly in the northlands, he continued to gain knowledge in lore, and began to learn his way with a sword. He was never as skilled as those who had learned in Formenos. In the days before the Dagor Bragollach, Erestor’s time was split between various duties at Himring, Maglor’s Gap, and the Fortress of Aglon. Young as he was, he found himself often a member of the night watch; though his interest in lore and writing also found him a scribe in the realms where he dwelled. After the Sudden Flame, he lived for some years in Nargothrond, later fighting in the Nirnaeth.
The only connection in all those years of which he found with his Father was in the seeking of the Silmaril, and the devotion to oathkeeping. They spent little time together even then, and few word were passed between them save those of the oaths which had been made, though still under the impression that once the sought gem was retrieved, his Father would have the time to look his way Erestor followed after him. During the Second and Third Kinslayings, Erestor bore sword against the Sindar of Menegroth and the Havens of Sirion. Only after the blood was spilled, did Erestor have his regrets, and in the years that followed he had found himself forsaking the oath of the Feanorians in his heart.
Yet in the aftermath of Sirion Erestor found a new devotion; the forlorn children of Earendil whom had been taken in by the last remaining sons of Feanor. It was strange to watch his own father by blood parent elflings, when he had not been present for his own childhood, but it was during those years that Erestor had small glimpses of who Maglor had been before the oaths had overtaken him. Through years, Elrond and Elros grew in both stature and wisdom, while Maglor became a shell of himself. Erestor’s devotion shifted; and he became so close to the twin sons of Earendil that it was often a joke between the three that Erestor was a Peredhil himself.
When of the age of choice, Erestor watched as Elros chose to accept the gift of the Edain, to become one among the Numenoreans, and Elrond chose that of the Eldar. When there was no approval left to seek from Maglor, Erestor departed with the young Lord whom he had helped to teach, who was like a brother to him, and called him a kinsman. After the War of Wrath Erestor journeyed northward to meet again an old friend whom he had known in Nargothrond, Gil-galad, the son of Orodreth, who had taken the place of Turgon as High King of the Noldor.
Erestor continued in his lore mastery for many years in Mithlond, while some of the Noldor departed to Evendim, and others further east to begin the establishment of the great realm of Ost-in-Edhil, or New Tirion. Though always serving beneath Gil-galad, it was not uncommon that Erestor would travel, for after the time he had spent in Tirion, with the memories of his childhood, he had much say in the Master Archives and the Libraries of the great elvenrealm.
Yet if Erestor had learned one thing from his Father, it was the keeping of oaths, and though the new walled city called to him, he returned always and spent most of the second age serving beneath Gil-galad in Mithlond who was an honorable leader. After years he became a member of his council, a learned loremaster, scribe, and scholar. When the bells of war rang, though Erestor had never been the greatest warrior, he picked up his sword again this time to fight against the enemy in the east, alongside all of his kin; those of the elvenrealms, and those descendants of Elros, who had been like a little brother to him.
After the War of Elves and Sauron, he mourned that new-Tirion had fallen to such evil, but he continued north with his people to the founding of Imladris. It was there where he fell into full service of Elrond; and became his chief councilor; his most trusted adviser in many ways. Though Erestor has not the same gift of foresight, he often looks at situations with a different lens and he is wise and skilled in lore, as well as ever faithful in service, which Elrond finds valuable.
After the War of the Last Alliance, Erestor returned to Imladris with his kinsman Elrond, and took up his place as a councilor beneath him as he had been to Gil-Galad who came before. Ever concerned of the matters of the realm, and the matters of the Noldor as a whole, he remains faithful to the Lord of Imladris. Erestor is not one to speak of his Father; those days are behind him, and he often feels as if he never had one; and though he has blood relation to few remaining in Middle Earth, he considers none kin but for one family; Lord Elrond and his children, his kinsmen, and also those who descended of the line of Elros. Erestor is one of the few elves who finds favor in the betrothal of Lady Arwen and Estel of Rivendell, and he will be glad to see the lines reunited.
Terceniel was heavy with child when Feanor made threat against his brother and was banished to Formenos. Maglor left his in Tirion with Findis, and it was no more than days later when their elfling was born. His name was given to him, lonely brother for Terceniel had once wished to raise a large family, but with her husband departed she had little hope but for a vision. At the birth of her son, as many elf women are known, they are gifted a vision of their children’s future or temperament in order to name them, and she saw her son grown, both fair and grim; with dark elflings beside him. Elflings which would be his brothers, in a way. Terceniel could not decipher the meaning of the vision, yet she named him by it, and she watched her son grow as she raised him alone.
Erestor did not have a chance to know his Father in his youth. He grew with stories of Maglor; and stories of Feanor, and the beauty of the Silmarils which had been crafted by the hands of his grandfather. The days of his childhood were lonely as his namesake, for he was one of the last elflings born during those days when the strife had occurred between the sons of the king, and many of their people had gone away to Formenos. There were none of his age to play with, and his company was kept with primarily adults; so Erestor matured perhaps more quickly than he may have otherwise. He was not one for sunlight and laughter, and it showed for his pale skin that he was a child who devoured books, and scrolls, and histories to no end, tucked away in the archives and towers of the glistening city of Tirion upon Túna. He pined for news of his Father during those days, but little came. Maglor was little more than a legendary figure in the eyes of his son; his banner hanging walls of their home.
The world changed when Erestor had lived only forty eight years. The lights of the world were vanquished when the two trees were destroyed, and the Silmaril’s were seized. The High King was dead, and Feanor became king in his stead. Those who had spent all the years of Erestor’s life in Formenos came down from the northern fortress to Tirion, and when he saw the banner of his Father raised, Erestor went to them. For the first time, he took sight of his Father, garbed in steel, with forged steel strapped upon his side, yet his Father did not know him, and he could not draw nearer than the crowds as Feanor and his sons rallied as many as they could to join their cause to cross the sea. To seek after the Silmarils which they had made oath upon.
Seeking approval and pining for attention from the father he had never known, Erestor who was grown in body, though only halfway to maturity, took up the armor and the banner of house Feanor, and found himself serving as a squire when the march of the Noldor took them to Alqualondë. He did not pause to think that he had not even said goodbye to his Mother until they were too far from home to have turned to do so. He was not ready, nor suited to fight when Feanor declared treason against the Falmari, and Erestor was among those who watched the bloodying of Alqualondë from the cliffs. When the blood rivers ran through the pearl city, and his own eyes had beheld his kin taking fate into their own hands; his Father among them, Erestor knew he could not return to his Mother in Tirion. He was as much a kinslayer himself for having watched the ongoings, and when his kin stole the ships and sailed, Erestor went with them.
Throughout the years of strife in the first age, Erestor rode beneath the banners of of the houses of Feanor; living mostly in the northlands, he continued to gain knowledge in lore, and began to learn his way with a sword. He was never as skilled as those who had learned in Formenos. In the days before the Dagor Bragollach, Erestor’s time was split between various duties at Himring, Maglor’s Gap, and the Fortress of Aglon. Young as he was, he found himself often a member of the night watch; though his interest in lore and writing also found him a scribe in the realms where he dwelled. After the Sudden Flame, he lived for some years in Nargothrond, later fighting in the Nirnaeth.
The only connection in all those years of which he found with his Father was in the seeking of the Silmaril, and the devotion to oathkeeping. They spent little time together even then, and few word were passed between them save those of the oaths which had been made, though still under the impression that once the sought gem was retrieved, his Father would have the time to look his way Erestor followed after him. During the Second and Third Kinslayings, Erestor bore sword against the Sindar of Menegroth and the Havens of Sirion. Only after the blood was spilled, did Erestor have his regrets, and in the years that followed he had found himself forsaking the oath of the Feanorians in his heart.
Yet in the aftermath of Sirion Erestor found a new devotion; the forlorn children of Earendil whom had been taken in by the last remaining sons of Feanor. It was strange to watch his own father by blood parent elflings, when he had not been present for his own childhood, but it was during those years that Erestor had small glimpses of who Maglor had been before the oaths had overtaken him. Through years, Elrond and Elros grew in both stature and wisdom, while Maglor became a shell of himself. Erestor’s devotion shifted; and he became so close to the twin sons of Earendil that it was often a joke between the three that Erestor was a Peredhil himself.
When of the age of choice, Erestor watched as Elros chose to accept the gift of the Edain, to become one among the Numenoreans, and Elrond chose that of the Eldar. When there was no approval left to seek from Maglor, Erestor departed with the young Lord whom he had helped to teach, who was like a brother to him, and called him a kinsman. After the War of Wrath Erestor journeyed northward to meet again an old friend whom he had known in Nargothrond, Gil-galad, the son of Orodreth, who had taken the place of Turgon as High King of the Noldor.
Erestor continued in his lore mastery for many years in Mithlond, while some of the Noldor departed to Evendim, and others further east to begin the establishment of the great realm of Ost-in-Edhil, or New Tirion. Though always serving beneath Gil-galad, it was not uncommon that Erestor would travel, for after the time he had spent in Tirion, with the memories of his childhood, he had much say in the Master Archives and the Libraries of the great elvenrealm.
Yet if Erestor had learned one thing from his Father, it was the keeping of oaths, and though the new walled city called to him, he returned always and spent most of the second age serving beneath Gil-galad in Mithlond who was an honorable leader. After years he became a member of his council, a learned loremaster, scribe, and scholar. When the bells of war rang, though Erestor had never been the greatest warrior, he picked up his sword again this time to fight against the enemy in the east, alongside all of his kin; those of the elvenrealms, and those descendants of Elros, who had been like a little brother to him.
After the War of Elves and Sauron, he mourned that new-Tirion had fallen to such evil, but he continued north with his people to the founding of Imladris. It was there where he fell into full service of Elrond; and became his chief councilor; his most trusted adviser in many ways. Though Erestor has not the same gift of foresight, he often looks at situations with a different lens and he is wise and skilled in lore, as well as ever faithful in service, which Elrond finds valuable.
After the War of the Last Alliance, Erestor returned to Imladris with his kinsman Elrond, and took up his place as a councilor beneath him as he had been to Gil-Galad who came before. Ever concerned of the matters of the realm, and the matters of the Noldor as a whole, he remains faithful to the Lord of Imladris. Erestor is not one to speak of his Father; those days are behind him, and he often feels as if he never had one; and though he has blood relation to few remaining in Middle Earth, he considers none kin but for one family; Lord Elrond and his children, his kinsmen, and also those who descended of the line of Elros. Erestor is one of the few elves who finds favor in the betrothal of Lady Arwen and Estel of Rivendell, and he will be glad to see the lines reunited.