Silaerlinn Narimeril
Silaerlinn is a Scout for her people. Her home is Lindon at the Grey Havens, but she is seldom there. Her work takes her all along the roads of Eriador and beyond to the West where the roads grow ever darker. She is an excellent scout and tracker. More at home in the woods and fields of the wild is she, yet if seen at hearth, she can be found often leading others in song.
She is oft clad thusly:
Tall and lithe this lady stands. An easy grace perhaps born of long comfort in one's skin seems to belie her youthful countenance. Strands of both reddish and golden brown mingle to be loosely woven into a thick plait that winds about the crown of her head. This braid is secured with a silver clasp at back, shaped to an oak leaf. Wispy tendrils curl to frame her face. Most noticeable are her large eyes. Silver they are, as a still pool in winters' mountains, serene and unfathomable. A natural dusting of rose on her checks and nose could speak of much time spent out in the open air.
She is garbed in the hues of the forest. Her raw silk tunic is the color of newly grown moss, with accents of russet embroidery at sleeves and rounded neckline. It falls in folds to the tips of her boots, of which are the color of an oak tree's bark. Her kirtle, crafted cunningly in its simplicity, is wrought in a balance of the same oak-bark leather and silver. It hugs her tunic to her waist. On it is secured a sheath that holds a simple silver-hilted dagger. Her full sleeves are most oft tied with a russet cord, mayhap to free her arms for movement. Suspended from a silver rope chain, a pair of oak leaves crafted of silver rest at the hollow of her throat. That is her only adornment save the clasp of her ash grey cloak, which is fashioned in the same oak leaf motif as her necklace.
Silaerlinn's past:
As many songs and leys of the elder days tell, the year FA510 was a time of much sadness and pain for the Firstborn. For it was late in that year that Morgoth did conceive his plan for the sack of Gondolin and then set that deed in motion. That fateful day the fair city fell, the smoke from Angbands' fires lent the air of Tumladen a misty cast. Thus, unbeknownst, it aided the flight of the remnants of the people of Gondolin by shielding them from evil eyes as they fled from the ruins of the city. Eredil and Lirien Narimeril were of the company of Tuor and Idril Celebrindal in those fell days. Lirien was heavily with child. If she suffered on that flight to safety, she did not show it - nor did she ever after speak of it.
At last to the willows of Nan-tathern, the folk of that company came and settled, save Tuor and Idril - but that is a tale told not here. Lirien went into labor even as the willows were in sight. And so was a daughter born to Eredil and Lirien Narimeril, a bright ray of hope in such a time of sorrow and loss. They named the child Silaerlinn that which means silver singing pool, for her eyes were the silvery-grey of a winter mountain lake. Among the songs of deeds that were sung there, of Glorfindel and the Balrog, of feats of valor, and tales of sorrow, the babe was much celebrated among the company, the first to be born in their new home. Ages of the world have since passed and Silaerlinn has walked the roads of this land for many seasons. She has known it long and well. Many friends hath she made in the world, some in the west, some in hidden halls of elven-kind and others else. Some she has loved have gone; sailed to the Undying Lands, else slain in battle or ambush. Her parents long ago sailed to the farthest shore, the light of Aman drawing them across the sea. Comforted by thoughts of the sea-shore, Silaerlinn often seeks the song of water, even when inland; rivers, streams and ponds. The havens of Mithlond are where she makes her home, if one could call it so - a place where one seldom goes or stays. Yet, if asked, she would name it so.
A Tracker and Pathfinder of her people, she is oft called upon for various tasks that demand that she go from one place to the another swiftly, stealthily or yet both. For this reason, she is not found long in one place. If this way does not suit her, there is nary a sign for she seems content with her place in the will of this world.
Fierce is she with her bow and sword, when called upon. Though she loves battle not, as some do, still she is welcomed at her kin's side in a skirmish or fight. This is so for her keen aim as well as swift and light step, which years of practice have honed. Well does Silaerlinn love the forests and the woodland creatures living therein. She delights in using her fine voice to mimic birdsong as well as to sing. At gatherings of feast, fire and hearth, often her lilting voice can be heard joining in any type of song. She takes much joy also in telling of tales as well and often can be seen with the young reciting to them, on the children's insistence much of the time, the leys of old. Indeed, tis said by some that her voice is a finely crafted instrument and many have wondered why she doth not - or will not sing as Lindis. Her reasons seem to stay her own, as they have for long years.
