Saeros of Mirkwood

Character Name:
Saeros
Mother Namr: Calemir


Name Meaning: Bitter Rain.

Mother Name: Green Jewel


Age:6780



Date of Birth: First Age, Likely in summer during the long peace



Race: Sindar Elf



Residence:
Mirkwood


Profession:
Weapons Master / Warrior


Appearance
Standing at 6’7, Saeros is of a moderate height for an elf. Every bit of Saeros is a mass of trained muscle. He has wheat blonde hair, just long enough for his liking at just past his shoulder. His piercing green eyes are the most striking feature of Saeros. He can stop a woman in her tracks with one look from those eyes.

Personality:
He is a realist; he understands what an Elf can and cannot do. Staunch traditionalist and loyalist. He has sworn his life to Mirkwood's Service, The warriors of Mirkwood are family and he will always abide by his king Thranduil's desires and wishes even if they go against his own personal ones. Saeros is a warrior that firmly believes war is not for the mild and meek. A meek warrior is soft, half-hearted and serves no place in battle. War is not won by being peaceful, war is won by killing things. Bloodshed is a normal thing to Saeros.  He is often quiet saying very little, he guards his thought and heart close to his chest. Even though he is married, he often stands alone. Seeking little of Amarië’s care. Not because he does not care for her, but because he does not know to let her in and see the torment in his soul. That half of him lies dead with the death of his kin in Menegroth.

As a weapons master his only care is for skill. He is known to goad his students into rage, drive them to pain. Saeros mocks them and does not care that tears may fall like rain.
He will work them when they're weary, and rebukes them. When they fail he cuts them to ribbons with his tongue as they stand meek and pale. Saeros seemingly has no compassion, does not care for elf nor beast. When a student's gone from his training sessions he does not notice in the least. Then there is the rare...the rare times he will speak the word that can bring hope from despair. Also known to drop the one word compliment that makes a student care. For on his shoulders rests the job of fitting the younglings for military service, if he fails it is not he that pays with his life but his students. Few understand the pain that he must harbor, all the guilt and all the doubt. For the ghosts that haunt his dreams. So he takes his job very seriously for he has a debt to his dead to fulfill, for this is the price of commanding, mistakes are signed in blood. Saeros, the weapons master has a heart, so grant him his stony mask, for not many are strong enough to bare his task.

Saeros keeps his pain buried inside and for it he is a difficult man and a extremely harsh father.








Parents: Tirnel(Mother) Taethedir, Mablung of Doriath(father)



Sibling(s):
None


Spouse:
Amarië


Children:
Adanehel


History:

Saeros was raised in Menegroth, Son of it's famous Captain. Mablung. It would be in Menegroth that he would meet his wife Amarië. She was a lovely specimen of an elf. With glorious dark hair and bright eyes. During the second Kinslaying of 503 F.A., Saeros would lose his parents. Menegroth was under attack. Rather than help hold a line of battle. Saeros would slip away to pull Amarië and her younger sister, Nenian from their bed. They would be saved by Saeros. He would not lose Amariël nor leave her sister behind. Both women he took with him into the wilds. Here they would tarry for a while, Saeros skills enough to keep them alive in the wild as they wandered. Though there was no peace upon the land, Amariël and Saeros began to grow closer to each other. The outgoing, though sad, Amarië connected with the stern Saeros over the shared struggles of their early life. It was not long before Saeros wooed her permanently with promises of love, and family to come, and it was only a few short years later in 527 of the First Age, that their souls were bonded in marriage.

This marriage was taken under the promise of love. Love her, Saeros did. For all the gentle and good qualities that she had and the strong fierce ones she would gain along the way. After the massacre at the Sea did his strong capable wife take up sword alongside him. Saeros would take solace in the fury of battle. Battles that came, kept Saeros from thinking back to his slain kin. Even as he had a wife by his side. Did Saeros do battle with demons in his own soul and those of the field. His sword sang like thunder during battle. Sang as they fought at the Last Alliance. With the death of Oropher did Saeros’ pledge his service to the newly minted Thranduil, now king of the greenwood with the passing of his father in S.A. 3434.

While the woman he had married and to whom, he’d given nothing, waited. Saeros wife longed for the simplicity of a home and children. She waited patiently at first for him to fulfil his promise to her in years of light...light and dark, came and went. And still Saeros did not will an elfling with his beautiful wife. She began to grow distant. Casting aside her sword and cutting the strings of her bow that had brought her glory in her own right.

A dream that would not come to pass for thousands of years for his wife. In part do to circumstances beyond his control and some of his own making. It was when she informed him she was going back to Valinor, that darkness crept deeper into Saeros. He made the resolve to put aside his issues over the loss of his parents and to bed he took his wife. Touching her for only the second time ever. He gave her the elfling she so desired to keep her in the east.


Saeros took very little interest in the raising of his elfing past his birth. While he was tender and caring during Amarië’ pregnancy with Adanehel and even in the beginning months Saeros was doting upon Adan. Saeros grew to be distant in the life of his child. He had to be. Saeros could not let Amarië see his doubts they had made the right choice. Saeros doubted himself and his ability to be what Amarië needed him to be, he doubted his own ability to be better than his father had been. His own father had been much the same, cold and distant. Harsh. Saeros could remember fearing and respecting his father. His father once yelling “You think I do not care?! Why would I waste my time training someone I did not care about. Why would I waste caring to correct your mistakes Saeros”.

This was all Saeros knew how to do, to convey his love. So he was hard on his son. Harder on him than any of his own pupils save for the royal prince and his shadow. His way of showing love caused tension between husband and wife. She views him as absent, domineering, and a monster. Saeros can be two out of the three but he is not a monster. There are times when Saeros knows his wife and son walk in the world of dreams that he has leaned against the door frame of their chambers and watched them. He has watched them sleep, with love and devotion to them written in his eyes and a softer expression on his stoic face.

Saeros stayed away and the more he was absent out of fear. The more, Amarië moulded their son into an elf that Saeros could not stand to be around. She made Adanedhel soft where he should have been forged of steel. She neglected his weapons education, neglected all which Saeros found solace in. Neglected the passion of battle that had brought Saeros and Amarië together. Tension grew more and finally, one day broke to a head. The elves were going to war and Adanehel was not prepared for battle. Saeros would rather his son die in battle than have been called a coward by the elves that would go. No son of the weapons master was going to be a coward. Saeros would see to that. He did not care if he had to break every bone in Adanedhel’s body and have him put into a dreamsleep to heal. Adanehel would learn how to wield a blade and he would repair things with his wife. Enough was enough. Saeros had decided and once he decided something, there was no stopping him.