Mithiel of Rivendell

Character Name:Mithiel

Name Meaning: Daughter of White Mist

Age:7035

Date of Birth: Winter 1 FA

Race: Elf

Residence:Imladris

Profession: Caretaker, Handmaiden

Appearance: Extremely slender and petite boned. Mithiel has a soft oval face with high cheek bones. Wavy oatmeal brown hair that bleaches dark blonde in the sunlight. She possesses kind grey-green eyes. There is heavy scarring at her once beautiful throat, now hidden behind a wide leather collar and high collared dresses.

Personality: Calm beyond measure. With age has came a wisdom that she did not have in her youth, that the world changes if one wills it to change or not. She is often reflective of the world around her and always keeping a watchful eye on her charges and those around her. She is kind hearted but incredibly jaded from the passage of time. Years are but a blink in the life of an elf. She maintains an aura of joy yet sorrow about her. Mourning still the loss of her family Finding strength in a certain red haired warrior, she quietly draws strength from his presence. She can discern when others need help or when it’s best to leave them be. She always holds herself available for when they might need her.



Parents:Awaldanis (mother) Fealasso (Father)
Jirel (Maternal Grandmother) Hísiefëarion (Maternal Grandfather)

Sibling(s):None

Spouse:

Children:

History:Darkness existed, then light. Soft light of silver beams rising in the sky. Fingolfin had just stepped foot onto the Hither Lands. Somewhere in the middle of Fingolfin’s company that remained after the ice had shattered was, the fresh cry of a newly born elfling. The first age had began and with the moon came Mithiel. Her parents first travelled to Doriath where they would settle to continue their service to Lady Galadriel and her lord brothers. Mithiel grew up the daughter of two courtiers, members of the royal houses service. Mithiel herself in time became one of Lady Galadriel’s handmaid's in her mother’s footsteps. At an early age she was often mending and darning the lady’s garments. Praised for her skill with a needle and thread, her stitches small and tight. Her embroidery skills were impeccable. Having taken some weeks to embroider tiny birds along the trim of a tunic for Lord Agnor. Mithiel would often travel with Galadriel when she visited her brother in Nargothrond. Her time spent between both cities. Until Nargothrond was lost when the dragon Glaurung came. While of a courtable age, in Menegroth there was a young ellon, the son of Thingol’s Great Captain Mablung, that had the hearts of most of the young ladies in court. While Mithiel admired Saeros of the golden hair from afar she held no interest in the young man. Certainly not once Amariel from Nargothrond came. Saeros was out of reach forever once the dark haired Amariel had came. She was a nightingale and Saeros was the sun in love with her and Mithiel had duties to attend to. Mithiel gave her heart to none for there was none worthy, married to her duty to the Lady Galadriel. As Nargothrond was lost, so too was Menegroth lost. Betrayal of dwarves and the Sons of Feanor. Surviving her first kinslaying and fleeing with those left alive from Doriath.

Mithiel with the survivors of Doriath would flee to The Havens of Sirion. Here, for the rest of the first age would Mithiel serve her Lady and a Prince of Doriath: Celeborn, that she took as her husband. Tension was high in Sirion but Galadriel said to not despair for darkness would not prevail. The days were dark and always, always did Mithiel bolt awake from dream sleep in terror. The terror visions of Menegroth burning from the inside. Always would these nightmares haunt Mithiel’s sleep, even in ages to come. As it was, The Sons of Feanor held true to their oath, and they came to fulfil their wretched oath. Mithiel was caught trying to escape by one Maglor’s remaining faithful. He held her against the ground as she struggled against him. He was not the type to quickly kill his victims. He had became twisted in his bloodlust and wanted to watch the life fade from her eyes. To gurgle upon her own blood, a slow death as the blood would fill her lungs and she’d choke and drown in a pool of blood.

The first slice he missed his mark, leaving a large gash but not hitting a viable artery. He tried again. Mithiel could not bare to will her life away. Her fea was too strong. Mithiel does not remember much of what happened. Only someone yelling her name and the weight of the soldier heaved from her body. Then darkness took her. When she awoke, Mithiel was told her parents were dead. She was bandaged up and while the healer had skill to save her, the healer was not sure her scars would ever heal proper from the jagged blade. Mithiel with as much grace as she had, accepted this fate. She was alone in the world save for her Lord and Lady, and the brave red haired jewel smith that had saved her. The red haired smith was named Ruivo, formerly of Nargothrond and Tirion. 

Because of this incident, Mithiel has always been seen wearing a wide leather choker style collar that laces shut from the back. The black band at least four inches wide with beautiful gold metal working that is etched with small designs upon the strips and discs of gold, the collar encircles her throat and hides the scars upon her throat. Mithiel never has named who created the necklace but rumor is the necklace was made by the same red haired smith that saved her life. She was never is seen without the necklace on. Unless she was sleeping and even then, it is suspect she might have the collar on.

The chance to return to Valinor was offered to Galadriel and those of the remaining Noldor. Galadriel would turn the offer aside. Mithiel, not yet ready to depart from the only land she had ever known as her home too would decline the chance to return to Aman. A strange and distant land that she held no affection towards nor was there longing. The War of Wrath came and with it, the sinking of Berelaid. So it was that Mithiel with her Lady, Lord and those of their retainer wandered the land. Lake Evendim was where her Lady’s child Celebrian was born. The silver queen as she would become known in her later years. Mother of the Peredhi children of Elrond. Mithiel was tasked with being her nanny, her teacher. Nearly a second mother to the silver haired daughter. Mithiel swore to always care for Celebrian, that even should the day come that the elleth was wed, she would still attend her lady. From Lake Evendim, the host traveled to Eregion, Ruled by Galadriel’s cousin Celebrimbor who took no part in second nor third slaying of kin. It was in Ost-in-Edhil that the great love of Mithiel's life blossomed in strongest fashion. Mithiel dreamed of the bright future of the Noldor and the ellon that had captured her heart. There she would dwell until Galadriel and Celebrian moved to Lórinand, here in the golden wood was the heart of Mithiel broken as her love left her behind to forge a new life without her. Sending her a gift that she refused. Back went the gift with the words for him to give her the gift in person. After a time Celebrian and Galadriel would travel to Imladris with Mithiel in tow. Here it was that Celebrian wed Elrond. Rivendell has been her home since her lady wed, TA 109.

As her Lady Celebrian was wed, Mithiel stayed to tend to her lady's needs as a handmaiden in Elrond's realm. Here also resided the one that had broken her heart some 1200 years before. Reunited with him once more, Mithiel accepted the gift he has once sent her. It was a beautiful silver and gold, blended heart on creamy leather. The necklace replaced the black one she had always worn. Never taken off, and still she had kept secret who made the necklace, save those who knew her best. Mithiel became a nanny maid once more when her charge, Celebrian started her own family to: The twin dark haired princelings Elladan and Elrohir. Later on to Arwen as well. Mithiel is an ever-present sight within court and within the royal household's inner workings. Trusted friend, teacher, a silent guardian. 

Mithiel has long now resided in Imladris and kept herself useful to Lord Elrond and his family, her personal life she keeps quite private but it is known she wiles away the long winter nights with Ruivo in her private chambers. Time spent with him in the spring an autumn. Never saying if they are involved or not.