Tirniel, Watcher of Edhellond

Character Name: Tirniel

Name Meaning: Female Watcher

Age: 3146 years old.

Date of Birth: Autumn of 3304SA.

Race: Elf

Residence: Edhellond, Gondor

Profession: A guard, a sentinel, a watcher. She is one of the few left that keep guard of the Haven, not wishing to leave until none are left to make their hidden city lively.

Appearance: She is thin, with a long face and gentle eyes. Her hair is red-tinged, but based in the color of deep soil, and her eyes, once a golden color like the eagle’s feathers, are now as deep as the earth itself for her love of the plants and forests she has always harbored. She wears her hair long, though whether braided or free depends much on her mood.

Personality: Tirniel is above all things compassionate, for she has lived long enough to see what hate and evil brings. She is often one to partake of song, and will sing to the trees and the animals and the great waterfalls of Edhellond’s land.

She feels freedom when she stands on the towers that guard the entrance from the water, and will not stay still for long. She moves like water about the lands, through the trees. She is an elf of secrecy as well; none of Gondor know of her, or her people, and this has become a piece of her.



Parents:

Miraear, mother.
Roveren, father.

Sibling(s): None.

Spouse: None, though she counts the lands of Edhellond as her spouse.

Children: None.

History:

Tirniel has grown in the secret, hidden city of the elves for as long as she can remember. The white towers the guard the entrance to the city by waves became her favorite place to stand. She could hear the gull laugh, the waves roar and pound, and see the long stretch of horizon before her.

Tirniel knew of Valinor, of the land to the West where she and her people were meant to go. And yet, there was something about Edhellond, of Gondor beyond the border of her lands, that spoke to her. She saw beauty in the birds, in the great waterfalls, in the buildings that long stood in the secret place between the woods and the sea. Perhaps Valinor was lovelier yet, but Tirniel had no interest in finding out. She was content and happy where she was, and of the walks she could take through the trees.

Her mother and father tried in vain to convince her to sail with them, though Tirniel refused.

“I shall watch these lands for as long as they wish me here,” she told them. And though she bid them farewell with sadness, she knew it was just a temporary parting. For someone whose years will crawl on forever, Tirniel knew that when the time came and the land of Middle-Earth no longer wished for her song or her feet, she would retire to Valinor and rejoin them.

She has spent much of the years since keeping watch on the lands; she finds the elves that seek refuge in Edhellond to help lead them to their secret place, and sometimes treads beyond their borders to see the world of man.

Or, rather the world of man that they offer as they hunt amongst the wood. She passes unseen, watching, but never watched.

The earth still wishes her there, in Edhellond. And so Tirniel watches and walks, singing her songs.