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Calen’s Bio
Character: Calensariël Fëanárë (Maiden of the Green Stone, FireSpirit )
Race: Half Elven
Sex: Female
Class: Ohtar- Envinyatar (Warrior Healer)
My name is Calensariël Fëanárë! I am Half Elven though my destiny lies with the Eldar. My father, Vanórë (Fairheart), was a Mirkwood Elf, and renowned for his gentle spirit, his lilting voice and loving heart. My mother, however, was a headstrong Gondorian woman called Númellóte (Flower of the West) in my father’s tongue, who, against the will of her people gave herself to Vanórë. Their story, as it ended, is a tale of great sadness that cannot here be recounted and yet I hold it in my heart ever…
I have given my allegiance to the Vanyar who dwell in the West of the Golden Wood of Lothlórien. Long years ago I was found near death by Haldir and Glorfindel, who took me to the Vanya Ilúviël, and by her ancient and steadfast craft she healed me in body, but in truth it was my spirit that was made anew. I have remained with the Vanyar ever. They have taught me their craft (and their song and poetry) and when I am not on guard (for I am also one of the Guardians of Lothlorien along with Haldir) I assist them in their Arbour of Healing. When they are called to journey at the behest of Galadriel, I oft accompany them, with my bow bequeathed to their protection. Orënyényë is its name (Heart Weeper) for my eye is keen and I find my mark cleanly. Glorfindel taught me much of this art and that of self defense that I might never again fall prey to harm, and to him I am ever in debt…From him I received the green stone of Beryl from which my name derives and in times of darkness it brings me great comfort. My heart is ever with him.
But do not be mistaken, I am a warrior and swift to the mark! The blood of Gondor and therefore of Númenor flows within me! I do not suffer fools gladly! Haldir is ortorno (sworn brother) to me. Like Glorfindel, he has taught me much, but I, in turn, have taught him that in the small and overlooked spaces of the heart oft lie the deepest treasures.* I have pledged my allegiance to my sworn sister Ilúviël Almarië and all of the Vanyar of Lothlórien and stand guard, ever watchful. My destiny is intertwined with them and with the fate of the Sacred Stones of which I will speak not!
I am tall and fair, of proud demeanour, but my sea green eyes are full of mirth when they are not being watchful. My hair is golden tinged with red and in full light is as the setting of the sun into the sea. It is long, falling as the waves upon the ocean, and I wear it as my father taught me, braided at either side as is the fashion of the Mirkwood Eldar. In it I wear a small burnished leaf of gold given to me by my father the night before he and my mother were killed by wild men from the north, changing my destiny forever. It is my most precious possession. I wear a long tunic of starlight silver green, that shimmers in the light and over this an olive green suede tunic that falls to the knees. My cloak is silver green velvet tied at the throat with the brooch of Lothlorien and I wear the Beryl stone close to my heart. Across my back I bear my bow and two long knives: Lintaquentë (SwiftSpeaker) and Aicanáro (SharpFlame). They are my brethren!
My horse, Elenúr (Star Fire), with whom I am bonded in the language which goes beyond the spoken word, is ever with me. A gift from Glorfindel (his own steed), the stallion is massive and white and is sometimes known in his home country as Lossë (white as snow). We commune in spirit and ride as one without saddle or rein and seek ever the horizon beyond. He is swift and sure footed as am I. When we are at full gallop I call him Fanyalinta (Cloud Dancer!!) for our spirits soar!! I touch with my mind and love with my heart the spirits of all animals large and small, such is the gift of my Elven lineage. I am skilled in healing them and knowing their distress and ways, and oft they come to me unbidden for company by which I am greatly blessed. One in particular is ever my companion. He is the noble gray wolf lord Huanárë (Hound of Fire). He is never far from my side. Yavanna I call upon for all their safe keeping and healing and I seek at all times to be one with the spirit of the earth.
I am happiest when I journey, when I hear the roar of the sea and when I hear the sigh of hearts that have been broken but are now healed. But the spirit of flame within me is wise and I do not mistake the truth often. My heart is strong and full ever and flows swiftly as the great Falls of Rauros…
I am Calen! Protector and Healer! Warrior of the Vanyar!!
*Ilúviël Almarië
I meant to comment on this post earlier. I love LOTR. It was the first book that really opened my eyes to what was possible with fiction! Great post!
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That was Calen’s bio for a year+ long round robin story I did on line with six other people. We had quite the adventure that year! It was totally awesome.
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And you can talk like an Elf
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I hardly remember any of it anymore. That was probably eight years ago.
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Its beyond my simple self.
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My dear, you are anything but simple…
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That is wonderful. I love the Tolkien man but I never remembered the details of the characters or language. I just deal in big patterns. There is genius in the details and intellect I do not possess.
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Did you write that?
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Well, I had a lot of help from Kim with the elvish names of things. One of these days I’ll have to show you the real Orënyényë (Heart Weeper). She’s pretty. She and I were involved in an online round robin story that went on for a little over a year. There were seven of us. It was TOTALLY awesome, dude! (She is Ilúviël Almarië, btw.)
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Kim and I that is, not Heart Weeper and I. Gawd… I should read my own comments.
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I can’t write like that
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You know, the more I think about it, the more I think I gave her a very simple narrative and she dressed it up for me. I had no command of Tolkien’s language when that was written. Her stuff is usually more flowery than mine. I’m not sure I’ve posted a lot of Calen’s fantasy story on here, except for The Beginning clear back on like November 6th. You can find it here: https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/writing-fan-fiction/
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Hard headed thing. Am I gonna have to paddle across the salt lake and bring you the compliment myself. I really like your art.
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Oh Calen! That brought back so many memories…so many…how beautiful it is. It almost hurts to remember it all…as if we have truly sailed and can never return…what a joy it was and so wonderful you are sharing it now.
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Yes, Calensariel can be hard headed when it comes to compliments. Paddle hard!
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Just remember, dude, I have my bow and knives, so don’t give me any grief. I’ll whoop your sorry butt and kick it clear into the middle of next week! (Even though you’re probably a good 8″ taller than me… I keep forgetting I don’t even know what the blazes you look like. Hey! Maybe you’re a shrimp! In which case my whompin’ stick would probably do.)
Thank you (blush) for the compliment. Receiving them is not one of my strong points…
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I know. That’s why i hollered. 🙂 I wanted you to have it and many more. But one just about has to sneak up on you to give you one.
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Yes, she wrote it and she is amazing!
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Not without a LOT of help from Ilúviël Almarië I didn’t! Does seem like ages ago now, doesn’t it. Let’s see… Calen ought to be about 3216 or there abouts now. Wow…
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