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== Description ==

Long black hair falls from his crown as a shadow upon his brilliant countenance. Its tide barely
relents as it passes his shoulders, falling on garments of so exquisite a make that they might
seem decadent were they not also practical.

Such is the nature of his raiment:A high collared coat of azure, inlaid with scrollwork picked out
with pearls is worn over top a rather plain tunic, and belted at his waist. The belt is black, and
equally splendid, wrought with swirls and spirals which might cause one to fall into a trance were
one inclined to inspect it so closely. It seems as though a seaside scene, waves crashing again
and again as they drift from front to back. His breeches are grey, and starkly unadorned, tucked
neatly into boots which fold down or lace high upon the leg at his discretion.

Surmounting his shoulders, he is often in the habit of wearing a long cloak, which is folded in upon
itself several times to render its length shorter, thus increasing its bulk. It is grey in part,
and green, in part, and the blue of the night sky, for a third part. It is cunningly made, such
that it hides as much as its wearer as is desired. It is pinned neatly at the shoulder with a
silver brooch of a swan resting leisurely upon the waters.

He is a fair creature, and exceedingly tall. Lithe of build, and sturdy of demeanor, he seems serious
to behold, and yet there is a subtle gaiety which might be revealed were one to look deeply into
his eyes, grey, mysterious pools of mist.

== History ==

By many names has he been known. Rhuiwain was the name given to him by his
father. Alphatir he was called as well. In time, he adopted the last name
he was to take for himself, though perhaps others may call him different
things: Amruncrist - "The Sword of Sunrise." As all tales told by elven
tongues seem everlasting, let this bard be the first to relate it in a
manner which may be digestible in human terms.

Rhuiwain Amruncrist is descended from the union of Orodben, a Telerin elf of
the people of Cirdan and Linniaur whose parents were of mixed Laiquendi
and Nandorin origin. And so it might be said, his doom was a mingled one,
such that, though he were born near the waters of the sea in the year 695
of the second age, he forsook the calling of the waters for a while, a
long while, as measured in the minds of men, but not so long for the
Immortal elves.

In the 100th year of his life, he was sent as a messenger to the people of
the Gwaith-i-Mirdain, though the details of his mission were minor, as the
communications between the two realms at this time did not always involve
great treatises and the like, since it was a happy time in Middle-Earth,
such that Sauron had not yet revealed himself as he would in the years to
come.

Seeing the many works they had wrought, even in such a short time as they had lingered in
Ost-in-edhil, he decided to return there as soon as he might, and so several years later, he
came once again to that place, desiring an apprenticeship as a smith, but not achieving it,
for the Golodhrim were ever jealous of their arts and artifices. As he had been trained as a
shipwright, however, he was not sent back to his own people, rather conducting a ferry down
the long and winding Glanduin, whose name in the tongues of men is Swanfleet.

At the confluence of the Glanduin and the Mitheithel, near to where Tharbad was founded, ships
would sometimes come with messengers between the realms of Lindon and Eregion, the diligence
of the Elves never waining, despite the seeming peace, and at this place, he would meet with
the great ships of the sea which would sail there for this purpose. In this, he conducted many
messengers and wayfarers between these two realms.

But peace never lasts in this land of ever-change. Long years passed, and though he rarely
ventured far from the river for which he took a new name, Alphatir, he sometimes would come to
the great holds of the Elven smiths, and seek out what lore he might, though there were some
things, even the Gwaith-i-Mirdain would not speak of....

...though the peace had indeed been a long one, the forces of the Enemy had never slept, and so in
the year 1697 of the second age, having by misfortune come to dwell in the places of Eregion
which were bound to be attacked, Alphatir came to the place which would after be named
Imladris, one of the many who fled there under the guidance of Elrond, knowing not whether to
turn left or right. In those long years he had never considered whether he might marry, for
death never seemed imminent, and his place in Middle Earth was secure, but now... in time he
returned to Mithlond with a wife and a child, but he came too late, for his parents had
already gone over to the West, knowing naught of his surviving the ill tidings of the
destruction of Eregion.

When his child was full grown, a daughter, his wife no longer felt desire beating in her heart to
remain in Middle Earth, and she too went over the sea, but still... Aphatir loved this place,
and would not depart from it, while he still had breath. The destruction of Eregion taught him
one thing: Diligence is more than being prepared for your enemy to strike, it sometimes means
striking first.

And so, in the middle of the third millenia of the second age, he began to train as a warrior, all
the while continuing to perfect his skills as a mariner, and also learning what lore he might
of the folk that sometimes came on their way to the West, or conversely, from the Men of
Numenor who would sometimes return from beyond the horizon. When the Dunedain returned to
Middle Earth, he was not unaware of it, but it concerned him little... though when the call of
the Last Alliance rang forth, he could not settle himself, but that he must join in the Army
of Gil-Galad, his lord, that that fell creature who had tricked the folk of Eregion might
finally be blotted out from the Earth.

His service was valiant enough, and he survived, but his tale was like unto so many others who
were there in those dark days... the Light of the West he had never beheld, but neither had he
succumbed to the lies of Sauron.

The third age began, and diligence remained the by-word, for had not the Enemy seemed defeated so
many years ago? Little kept him of a mind to stay in Mithlond for very long, years at best,
for at the beginning of these waning years, his daughter too had departed into the West, for
though he had been a dutiful father, and attentive as best as he might be, she loved her
mother better, and felt little of the pull of the Earth.

Amruncrist he now named himself for in the Battles of the Last Alliance he had been chanced to be
put in charge of a raid that would happen at sunrise. As he stole with his companions upon
their set task, a sword he found, abandoned by the cowardly yrch that had previously wielded
it. It was black as night, but it seemed to him that as the sun crested the horizon, it shone
as hope might, despite the darkness of the hour. In the ensuing maelstrom the blade itself was
lost, but the vision remained, a reminder to him of the duty and the hope that must not be
forgotten nor forsaken.

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Amruncrist at 20:38, 26 December 2009