User:Meneliel/Rovaliel Idhren
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| Rovaliel Idhren | |
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| Nost Elenath | |
| World: | Landroval |
| Vocation: | Historian |
| Class: | Lore-master |
| Race: | Elf |
| Region: | Imladris |
| Age: | 5000+ |
| Height: | n/a |
| Sex: | Female |
| Skin: | Fair |
| Hair: | Black |
| Eye: | Grey |
Description
Physical Description: Rovaliel has black hair and grey eyes, as most of her kin. She usually keeps her long hair in a practical braid, for it must be kept tamed and out of the way of paint and ink. She usually wears simple robes or dresses made in the Elven style. It's not uncommon to find her with ink stains on her long fingers.
Personality Description: Unlike her lighthearted mother, Rovaliel is somewhat grave and solemn. Her sense of humor tends to be subtle and dry.
Bio
Early Life
Her people came from Nevrast with Turgon. She was born in Gondolin to a respected scholar, Faelon, and his Noldorin wife Luinroval, a free-spirit who took particular joy in handiwork and crafting. Mithroval had two sisters, Nauroval and Meneloth. Rovaliel met and married an archer of the House of the Swallow, Daerdoron.
In Vinyamar, among the Noldor there dwelt Faeron, a scholar who was adjudged just and temperate. There on the slopes of Taras he gave his heart to the maiden Luinroval, who took delight in all the birds of the air, but most especially the sweet-voiced thrush after which she was named. In that city they were wed, and along with the host of Turgon they traveled into Tumladen. There they settled in peace in Gondolin; and there in the year 314 of the Years of the Sun Luinroval bore to Faeron a daughter, whom they called Rovaliel. As her mother before her, Rovaliel took joy in winged things, and often was she to be seen among the gardens of the white city, which were filled with singing birds. Even so, she was more grave of mien than her light-footed mother, and from her father Faeron she learned much of books and lore. Luinroval, who was most clever at all manner of crafting, passed on to her daughter the knowledge of dyes and inks. In time Rovaliel was named a fair hand as a scribe and as a painter. As her father served Turgon, so did Rovaliel attend upon Idril, Turgon's daughter. In this manner Rovaliel passed the years of her youth.
It was beneath the Arch of Ingwe that Rovaliel first beheld Daerdoron, a mighty archer of the House of the Swallow; he smiled upon her, and she found him fair. Amid the leaping fountains of Amon Gwareth did Daerdoron court Rovaliel, and at length they were wed. They lived in peace with Doronion their son, there beneath the shining towers of Turgon's city.
During the sack of Gondolin, Rovaliel's husband fell with his leader Duilin while defending the gates and walls. Rov along with her parents and son sheltered with Idril during the attack, and thereafter flew with the survivors through Idril's hidden tunnel. As they traveled the Eagle's Pass, they were assaulted by rocks thrown by Orcs, and Luinroval was cast down and killed. After Glorfindel slew the Balrog and perished, allowing their escape, they made their way to the havens at the mouths of the Sirion. There in Arvernien they dwelt under the rule of Earendil.
After the War of Wrath, Rovaliel and her son went to dwell in Lindon under the rule of Gil-Galad. After the fall of Gil-Galad, the two of them fled to Imladris. There Rovaliel put her talents to use as a scribe and illuminator; she was most skilled in the creation of various paints, dyes and inks. Her talents for calligraphy and illustration were as prized as her scholarly abilities.
Excerpt from The Song of the Wing-Maiden
In Nevrast in Vinyamar dwelt Faeron the Even-Handed. Words he loved, but more did he love Luinroval, the blue-wing, light-footed, she who delighted in all the songs and wings of birds; the sweet-voiced thrush her namesake.
Upon the slopes of Taras they were wed, and with Turgon they passed into Tumladen.
To them there in Gondolin was I born, Rovaliel, wing-maiden. In gardens full of singing birds I passed my youth in peace. Mine were the arts of the scribe and the skills of the scholar. Upon Idril the daughter of the king I attended, among the courts of the Twelve Houses.
Beneath the Arch of Ingwe I first beheld Daerdoron. O beloved! He smiled; I judged him fair.
Amid the leaping fountains I was courted; Daerdoron of the Swallow wooed the wing-maiden. My heart was given there upon Amon Gwareth; never again will it be in my keeping for now it lies beyond the sea. But oh! in those days I bore Doronion, the son of oak.
Then into the hidden city came Tuor; though we loved him, he brought our doom.
At the Gates of Summer fire and ruin came down upon white stone. There on the walls did Daerdoron, strong archer, fall with his captain, Duilin. Cruel fate! No word ever came of what enemy had struck him. Idril sheltered us: Wing-Maid, Faeron, Blue-Wing, Son of Oak.
By the hidden way we fled, out of smoke and treachery. No more the gardens of singing birds!
Into the Eagle's Cleft we came, but there were spied; unfriendly eyes. An Orcish hand flung the stone that cast down Blue-Wing. Alas! a bitter parting. Glorfindel, a mighty Elf-lord, strove against the Balrog that there waited; his light went out. At such cost were we saved.
To the Mouths of Sirion we went, so far diminished. Arvernien was then our home.
Even in the Havens we served the line of Turgon. But we could not flee our sorrows; the Mariner departed. Into Arvernien came the Sons of Feanor, bearing their bloody oath. Unto Balar we then fled, out of smoke and treachery once more, and there passed the years of Wrath. Our grief was great.
O Faeron! West you sailed, father. Yet Ennorath I love, not unseen shores. Ours was a hard farewell.
With the Son of Oak the Wing-Maid passed into Forlindon. Ah, heir of Turgon, we served you then. Like unto his father, Doronion with his springy bow trailed the star-strewn banner unto Barad-Dur; and grieving came back again. His lord had fallen. But ever do we serve the line of Idril, and so we went into Imladris.
Fair is the voice of mighty Bruinen, and fair the house of Elrond; yet fairer still was Ondolinde that was lost!
At last the Son of Oak found joy with Noruiel, and thus came the Autumn. And even so the Wing-Maid found her own joy. For Elrond I scribed the tales of years, the deeds of heroes. Made by my hand, these are my latter children; though none so dear as Lasbelin, Elf-child, my lovely bright one. Come sit by me.
Why? you have asked. Why linger here? The Shadow grows again. The West awaits! Why stay?
I was sent from my scribe's table. In service to Lord Celvir I have passed again into the fleeting world. With leaping hope I saw the Secondborn of later days. Still they stand, o faithful! o steadfast! The deeds and tales of heroes should live on among the Firimar. Hope so bred will strike against the Shadow!
Here is your answer, Elven-child: I would not have so much that was so fair forgotten, though our kind depart.
Near the Close of the Third Age
Rovaliel, often called Idhren, spent many years in peace in the halls of Lord Elrond. There she served as a scribe and illuminator in his library. She was well-known for her delicate and intricate hand. Her son Doronion also was in the service of Elrond, and as part of the entourage of Lady Celebrian traveled to Lorien. There he met the maiden Noruiel, and there they were wed; Doronion made his home then in the Golden Wood. Eventually Noruiel bore him a son, Lasbelin. Rovaliel was not alone in Imladris, for her kinswoman Meneliel also dwelt there.
She was sent out of Imladris in the company of a learned Elf-lord, Celvir, who traveled to Ered Luin to take counsel with the Free Peoples there. Rovaliel kept up with notes and correspondence, and assisted in her master's studies. As her own scholarly interests grew, her master encouraged her to pursue her studies though they might take her far afield, and her charged her with assisting the Free Peoples as she could.
Indeed, she has come to see that she still has tasks to attend in Middle-Earth, though part of her heart lies beyond the seas with her family. She hopes to take some small part in the growing conflict before returning to her son and his wife in Imladris. If her efforts result in the recovery of lost knowledge, which she hopes the Secondborn may retain even as the Elves' presence fades, she will feel that her time has been well-spent.
Friends and Enemies
Friends:
- Lasbelin Glawarion: the son of her son, a hunter of Lorien
- Meneliel Naurthoniel: her cousin, a warrior of Imladris
- Nimroval Gwengliriel: her cousin, a minstrel of Mithlond
- Celvir Quenaldar: a learned lore-master and a noble Elf of Aman, whom Rovaliel served as scribe on his recent travels
- Balariond Edheladan: a valiant Man of Dol Amroth
- Hithrome: a great Elven hunter of Elder days
Enemies:
Rovaliel counts as enemies all who would destroy or misuse the lore of Elder days.
Miscellanea
- Rovaliel recently retired her chestnut mare Gwathren to rest at home in Imladris. She now rides the dapple grey Mithren, or the blue roan mare Luinwen.
- She is known to call upon several animals, including Meldir the raven, Medlieg the bear, and Auth the lynx. One of her favorite 'little friends' is a sparrow she calls Miphileg.
