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Celenÿar Nimlaïwen

Lóriengwaith
World:	Laurelin
Vocation:	Yeoman
Class:	Rune-keeper
Race:	Elf/Moriquendi
Region:	Laurelindórenan
Age:	several thousand years
Height:	1,87m
Sex:	female
Skin:	white, pale
Hair:	golden blond
Eye:	dark blue

Celenÿar [keɭeɲʎɐɾ] is an elven maiden of Vanyar and Noldor descendance and was born during the great Darkness of Valinor (before the first sunrise but after the destruction of the trees). She lived in Doriath until its destruction and now resides in Lothlórien, leading the elves and Galadhrim of Lóriengwaith. She is married to the Maia Idhëarindil.

Physical Description: Celenÿar stands tall and upright, having her chin always a bit raised. Through her Vanyar-descendance she has earned the golden and wonderful soft hair of her mother, which she wears long. So long actually that it falls until her knees. She is most fair, even for an elf. Her body is slender build, like the body of a young girl who has recently developed to a woman. Her face shows no age and her dark blue eyes are deep as the sea itself. Celenÿar's lips are well-formed and full, flaming red in colour. She is often to be encountered by wearing red, till dark red robes, yet sometimes she wears an reddish armor of elven crafting. Upon her head lies a circlet, and on her right hand one can spot a silver ring, which she never takes off.

Personality Description: As daughter of a Vanya-Maiden and a Noldo, Celenÿar suffers under strong and compulsive mood-changings. She holds onto the paths of her beloved Valar and would not oppose them or break the Valarian law and yet carries the hot anger of the Noldor with her, which has brought her already often trouble and yet sometimes even rescued her life. Seldom she is to be found angered, but more of an ever-melancholic type, speaking of her destiny she must fulfill as servant to the Valar. Celenÿar speaks in an oldish matter, using the words "thou, thee, thy, etc." and stretching her words into long and well pictured speeches filled with hundreds of metaphors and abivirations:

"Hast thee not seen of what I foretold so many ages passed ago? Hast thee not seen how Fingolfin, son of mighty Finwë, rode to his glorious battle alone, when time at the Iron Hill stood still and the Noldor's king was slain? Hast thee not seen how Nienor Níníel perished by Glaurung's word of despair? Hast thee not seen the terrible Ancalagon the Black, mightiest of all dragons, be slain by Eärendil? Yet thou findest my words of false truth. I foretell thee, by any power of all Eldar, that this blade may be the death of thine, for there is malice in this sword. The dark heart of the smith still dwells in it. It will not love the hand it serves; neither will it abide thee long. Do not dare of bringing touch towards this blade."

She is proud, yet polite to everyone, eventhough she possesses a deep grudge against the Noldor and especially those who have been part of the kinslaying.

The Birth of Celenÿar Nimlaïwen and the 1st Kinslaying

But Ungoliant sucked it up, and going then from Tree to Tree she set her black beak to their wounds, till they were drained; and the poison of Death that was in her went into their tissues and withered them, root, branch, and leaf; and they died. And still she thirsted, and going to the Wells of Varda she drank them dry; but Ungoliant belched forth black vapours as she drank, and swelled to a shape so vast and hideous that Melkor was afraid. So the great darkness fell upon Valinor. Of the deeds of that day much is told in the Aldudénië, that Elemmírë of the Vanyar made and is known to all Eldar.

Within this great darkness and despair, Imirilë, who was called Ingolwendë, for she was of great knowledge and lore, gave birth to her only child, upon the isle of Tol Eressëa in the city Avallónë. But the happyness and delight in her daughter, who she called Celenÿar Nimlaïwen, was deminished by the sorrow that has been brougth by Imirilë's spouse and Celenÿar's father. For Terethoch was of the Noldor and loved his High-King Finwë. But as that one fell, slain by Melkor, there was Fëanor now his king and he followed him along many another and the host of the Noldor came to Alqualonë where Terethoch slew with many other Noldor the Teleri under the command of their king Fëanor in order to set over to Beleriand.

Imirilë fell into grief about her spouse's deed and and found his body among those who were slain by the arrows of the Teleri and so Terethoch's wish to follow his king had been in vein. But his wife did not lost a tear for his death, for she was taken by disgust and sudden anger and there she spoke:

"Blind I have been! Blinded by thy fair and fine appearence, Terethoch of the Noldorim. Thee hast enchanted me with lies for I was to think thee gentle and loving, wise and knowing, respectful and caring. Yet now thee layest here, taken by Teleri's flying, biting feather which thee hast slain for thy king. Nothing upon Aman shall comfort me now, that thee hast brought betray on me and left me with thy child. I have no love for one who opposeth the Aínur."

And with these words, Imirilë, with her daughter on her arm, asked kindly for a boat of the Teleri and they saw the grief in her and how she suffered to lay eyes upon these lands. Therefor they granted her bidding with a small boat and there she set out to Beleriand. But not alone. Her friend Aeldir, of the Teleri, who knew the sea and was dear to Ulmo and Ossë set her over in safety and they past the ocean and so Imirilë, Aeldir and Celenÿar reached the coast of Falas. But Aeldir again, who knew the water followed its cause and they sat not upon the first shore in sight, but they travelled forth to the Bay of Balar and the Teleri led the boat into the Sirion. Long did they roam over the mighty stream until they past the Gates of Sirion and were led into the Forest of Neldoreth. There Aeldir led Imirilë, carrying Celenÿar within her arms, through the woven woods until at last they came to Doriath and they were welcomed.

Celenÿar's Youth and the Teleri Galodin

Time past swiftly for Imirilë and Aerdil and Celenÿar grew into a fine beauty. In the beginning Aerdil was like a father to her and Imirilë was relieved. Then Aerdil met Melliniel and together they had a son, whom they called Galodin and he was blessed with an ever wakend mind and with the tongues of nature, for Celenÿar met him often while he spoke to the beasts of the forests and to the trees in Neldoreth and in the gardens of Doriath. The Noldor which once slew the Teleri were not abiden in Doriath and Melian the queen formed her girdle of defense around the kingdom, for she was of the Maiar.

Celenÿar was to learn much and to read tomes in high number, sometimes being disturbed by her friend Galodin, who rather wished to play with her, then watching her reading. For of love they knew not much, were they both still little children, with an easy and light mind of innocence. And so it occured, that a day of bright light during the Summer, Galodin entered the chambers of Celenÿar. But Celenÿar read and did not wish to come forth to the forest to play. There Galodin set next to her and spoke to her of nature like a child would do and even then grabbed Celenÿar by the sleeve of her dress and wanted to pull her into the sun. It occured not often that in moments like this one, the blood of the fiery Noldo Terethoch awakens in Celenÿar and her dark-blue eyes darkend and she looked fierce at her friend, speaking:

"Let me be, Galodin! Seest thou not that I love to read within this day? That I do not feel that I wish to play within the woods and by the ponds? I want to know and not from thou, what knowledge meaneth. Now go alone, there are many a day to come."

And Galodin left. But Imirilë caught him before he left the house and she spoke comforting to the child and there Galodin was relieved. For he ever wished to please Celenÿar and to be to her liking, for he loved her much and she was his dearest friend.

Celenÿar and the Fall of Doriath

Celenÿar awoke. Like rushing with great pace through a dark, completely lightless tunnel only to be embraced a second after by the intimidating light of a crimson sky. The red colour deep and impending, caught within the shady clouds which were letting the light of the sun not pass towards the with dry grass covered earth. Everything had a grey dull tone upon it. No matter ground, sky or living being. Together with the colour of the crimson clouds it seemed like the entire world would have sunken into dried blood. The sound reached the pointed ears of the elf only the blink of an eye later and still it has seemed for her like an eternity until all senses came to work again. It seemed that the world and time were moving with greater velocy then she could handle at once. The clashing of metal, the singing of blades and the screaming of wounded and dying ones took her finally out of her stasis and she saw that the ground was indeed drowned with blood and not only coloured by the sky. The sight of the battle layed bare to her young mind and eyes, and without shelter she was drawn to look upon it. Upon this killing and slaughtering what could not be even called battle anymore. Elves took one another’s lives like wild animals. Slashing with their long blades around as they worked through the masses like a scythe cuts the weed and the air was filled with the deadly singing of arrows. Here and there could be heard a command be shouted but all went under in the terrible screams and the loud crushing of bursting metal and falling bodies. Celenÿar had no feeling for time and it was not possible to make out any passing of it. The bloodbath went on and on, until an elven warrior fell to the naked, on blood covered ground standing, feet of her. He made no sound as he was gutted and not even his golden and shiny, but blood covered armor could have protected him. The warrior’s helm rolled away and the maiden looked, caught in terror upon the elven face. How pale the skin was. So fine and without any bumpyness or visible damage. His dark eyes looked upon Celenÿar, not widend, but soft as he saw her golden hair that fell over her entire back, like a waterfall of pure sunlight, till her knees. The white and simple dress she wore completed the picture of a truly higher being, and it was like a calming illusion to the elf and his face softend. A breeze came up, letting the elf’s grey-silver hair dance around his cheeks. His fate was sealed. And yet Celenÿar, with the long golden hair was focused on him, scared and bewildered, she could not take her eyes off him. The short peace was broken as the elf’s eyes widend and the sharp edge of an elven scimitar took his life with a last strike. A black-haired elf, in a silver armor had taken his life. A simple strike had quenched the flame of the grey-haired elf’s life and never shall he stand up again. Never again shall he feel the fresh wind again, which took the blood-stained smell from the battle towards the sea. And never shall this elf breath again. Slowly the eyes of Celenÿar went up, facing the killer, who stood there; proud and high build in his silver armor.

The skin even paler, almost white and the long black hair like a frame for a picture of pure cruelty. The blue eyes glimmed with malice as this elf stretched out his hand towards the elvish maiden, who finally took action and evaded the grasp on tippling feet. She lost not much time and ran. Her breath roared in her ears like the waves of the sea crushing against the rocks of a cliff and every breath she took felt like a hot knife piercing her small chest. Yet the fair Celenÿar ran. Ran like the wind, but she felt soon the grasp of the elf’s hand and she did not dare to turn around. She was shaking and blinded by fear, a single scream escaping her small, well-formed red lips. A scream of such innocence and begging for help that the nearby trees of the forest of Neldoreth were shaken to their roots and even the hand hesitated before then grabbing harsh the girl’s shoulder.“Nana!”, she screamed, tears rolling over her face as she was dragged, and felt like falling into a deep hole of creeping darkness which was about to devour Celenÿar of the Vanyar.

Celenÿar was rescued by Aeldir, Galodin's father, who found then his death within battle in order to let Galodin and Celenÿar flee. His wife and Galodin's mother cast herself into the Sirion, afraid of being murdered by the Noldor. Thingol had died, Melian had left and Dior had been slain by the sons of Fëanor. Imirilë caught up with the children and flew with them into the deep woods of Neldoreth. But they were intercepted by a few Noldor and there Imirilë faced Limodeth, Terethoch's uncle and Terethoch's father Ordir. Defending the children, she fought long and slew her spouse's father Ordir, yet fell under the cruel strikes of Limodeth who fell in rage about his brother's death. Yet the children flew and where not to be found anymore. Galodin and Celenÿa found another group of fleeing Teleri and together they crossed the Ered Luin and went forth to the Nandor and Laiquendi who offered them shelter.

The Return to Neldoreth and the Son of the Winds

After living a long time along the Nandor, in which Celenÿar learned the art of fight without weapon, for she despises them greatly and being in love with the fire of Eä, she returned to Neldoreth to see what was left of Doriath. There she wandered now under the trees many a day and found the ruins not. As child she had never left Doriath and during the assault on it, there was no time to remember the day. And she could not speak the tongue of the trees and the beasts like Galodin could and so she wandered without aim through nature and stood then once aside a pond, when she took a glimpse of an being, she had not seen before. Celenÿar watched the giant eagle and recalled of what she had read and these were the servants of Manwë. In fear she could disturb the Maia, she turned around and went, but could not restrain herself to look another time. And when she did so, there was no eagle anymore, but an elf. Tall and fair he stood and his hair was long, his aura mighty and Celenÿar felt herself drawn to him.

Many hours did they speak and Celenÿar missed him as he went after the third day and there she knew that she had fallen in love.

During the night he was away, but by dawn he returned in Eagle-form and brought her drink and food and a name.

Idhëarindil she was to call him and ever did she it with love.

Many months dwelled Celenÿar now in the forest of Neldoreth and with Idhëarindil was her life lighter. There one day she stood by him and she cried:

"O Idhëarindil, o mae brannon. I cannot hide what needeth to be seen, I cannot seem what I am not. Night for night and day for day I hope thou shalt return to me; to me who needeth thee. A friend thou hast become to me, yet even more thou hast been, since I have seen thee on the day we met."

But Idhëarindil was taken by her words and his heart was heavy and light at the same time.

"Hiril nin, what meanest thou? Dear Celenÿar, what sayest thou? So speak clear what fearest thou; that thy tears, they fall upon the grass of Neldoreth and where they fall there groweth life."

And with her next words, Celenÿar spoke out her love to the Maia and there he kissed her, and they were betroathed exchanging one another rings of silver...

Idhëarindil's flight - New life in Lothlórien

Yet time stood not still and in the end Morgoth was defeated and the Akallabêth came forth and Beleriand sank into the deep oceans. Now was Celenÿar living with her spouse, yet unmarried, within the forests in the near of Lindon and Mithlond and one day they stood by the cliffs of the sea and there Idhëarindil held his Celenÿar within his arms. But dark tidings he brought:

"Celenÿar, my love, my dearest being... I must go forth, for Wind-Lord calleth and my time on Middle-earth hath come forth to an end. Know that I shall ever love thee, fair Celenÿar and that I will return to thee."

With these words the Maia flew to the west over the great ocean and Celenÿar cried. Three and a day she stood on the shore, looking to the west awaiting that he will return, but he did not. The maiden had to return to where she could find shelter and safety, for she felt how new life grew within her.

That was the moment in where she saw the birth of her own children and she hurried forth to Lórien for she knew there lived Galodin, her friend.

Yet Galodin was not in Laurelindórenan but in the great Greenwood on the other side of the Anduin. Weakend from the long travel, which took her forth a year, she lay down and slept.

Within her sleep she gave birth to twin-daughters and as when she awoke, fate had them placed within her arms. There she swore to ever protect her children and may it mean her death and Tulien and Tuwien lived forth in the Golden Woods among the Galadhrim and they were ever fair as their mother. That they were of Maia-blood was never mentioned and only Celenÿar and her daughters knew of such. Yet they had no greater power then any other elf, for Melian, who brought life to Lúthien was of far higher power then Idhëarindil and so the twins lived a calm youth.

The Dragon Izkharak

Once it came to pass that Celenÿar heard of an evil being dwelling in the belly of the mountains of the Ered Nimrais. A dragon, it was said, with the name Izkharak would haunt the hills. Yet it could not likely be a mighty beast, since people told of his lesser size and appearance, and indeed was Izkharak only a lizard of lesser and minor power, yet he hold a waken mind full of foul thoughts and cunning tricks. Celenÿar knew of no fear against such beast, for never was she in fear against the creatures of the darkness. And Morgoth was gone, locked into the void, certaintly never to return under Eärendil's watch. So she climbed up the mountains and it took not long there she came to a grotto and walking into the it, Izkharak would sleep. Having no weapon with her, or even knowing of a weapon capable of slaying a dragon, she walked up to him and there she warmed two sharp stones on his breath, coming through his nostrils. The heat of the stones did not hurt her, for she knew the fire and was protected well, by her ring Aurleirë, which she had forged with the skill, given to her by her half Noldorim-being. Yet the stones she layed on the ground and speaking warm words, she even layed hand on the dragon's snout. Surprised Izkharak awoke.

"An she-elf!? In my cave within! How foolish art thee, to lay touch onto my skin?"

And Celenÿar answered, trying to trick him:

"Celenÿar of both Vanyar and Noldorim am I called and foolish am I not. I came forth here to serve thee."

But Izkharak was enchanted by her being and her touch. And Celenÿar spoke a new:

"I have brough thee two jewels, mighty Izkharak. As gift and proof of my good will."

And she reached downwards, grabbing the hot stones, and the dragon within his greed, could not but open his eyes to see the jewels which to his doom were not to come. There, on this moment, Celenÿar hit the two stones to his eyes, and blinded the dragon! Izkharak now in anger and pain, went rampage against the walls, cursing for the elf-maiden had tricked him. If he would have closed his eyes, the stones could not have blinded him and pierced not his rough. But Celenÿar danced on tippling feet and her long golden hair followed in her moving and she sang:

"Ir i ngelaidh pen-anor, Û-chirathach'waloth! Ir i meigol bem-meigor, Û-ortherithach i'oth! I suil degir nîr gelib. I suil û-degir siniath! Tiro, im naer a im ereb. Lind e-huil... Fuin nin pen-elenath."

A sang of beauty to honor of the Quendi and it burnt Izkharak in his hearing, ripped his mind apart to hear the words she spoke and sang with grace and power and therefor he wildly bit after her. But Celenÿar had led the dragon forth into a trap and there he ran into the sharp stones of the grotto and his own being quenched his life out and smoted he lies now in the grotto. Celenÿar unharmed, and unarmed had slain him with thought and word, and walked out of the cave into the sunlight and the Aínur were pleased with her.

Celenÿar in the End of 3rd Age and the War of the Ring

In the years of TA 3017/18/19 Celenÿar's life changes another time rapidly and swift.

During her travel through Eriador, from Esteldín towards Lothlórien, she meets the young girl Naryn, who she adopts as her own child. Celenÿar gives her new daughter the elvish name Nimlarië and begins in Laurelindórenan to teach her the ways of the elves. Tulien and Tuwien find quick love to their new sister and yet is Nimlarië unsatisfied. She wishes to be of the Quendi. Therefor, ever further and to any being it is explained, that Nimlarië is the daughter of Celenÿar and Idhëarindil and that her round ears are caused through a flaw from during the time Celenÿar carried her.

With Idhëarindil's return and the coming of Galodin from Mirkwood towards Lórien, the family and the friend of old days establish a gathering of elves to help the Golden Host and the woods they all love and call this circle Lóriengwaith Cuvuiën-en Laurelindórenan. Idhëarindil is offered the place as Lord over the gatherings, but he refuses handing this honor towards Celenÿar, who is forth on the Lady of the Lóriengwaith.

In the year TA 3019 Nimlarië wish is fulfilled and Celenÿar bears her 4th and last child. The son of Idhëarindil and her they call Êlbrethíl and after his parents went to the west together with Nimlarië in the year 27 of the 4th age, he would become the Leader of Lóriengwaith together with Tulien and Tuwien.

Nimlaïwen's Family Tree

Enemies:

All children of Ungoliant, the dragons of Morgoth and darkness itself are her enemies. Yet aswell those Noldor who are of the same arrogant kind, which has slain the Teleri.