Amathron
From Library of the Randirim
Amathron |
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| Race: | Elf |
| Region: | Mirkwood |
| Gender: | Male |
| Occupation: | Freelance Wanderer |
| Birth: | S.A. 3439 |
| Height: | 5'9 |
| Hair: | Blond |
| Eye: | Blue |
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Biography
Born in the house of King Thranduil of Mirkwood, Amathron was raised by his parents' nanny. Rarely did he see his mother, a poet. Even less did he see his father, a wanderer. Nanny Anodais was his only family and she raised him as best she could. He was called Kilmurial then, but as he began practicing with sword and shield, people saw him and called him Amathnathronir, "Shield Weaver" or Amathron for short. The way he seemed to dance while wearing a shield and a sword seemed to defy the common place tactics of such fighters.
Soon he was indoctrinated into King Thranduil's service as a personal body guard. Amathron then befriended the king to some extents, though his son Legolas felt slightly jealous. Soon to keep tensions low and not provoke a fight with the prince, Amathron left Mirkwood. He traveled to Lorien and served with Celeborn's men for a short period.
He found however, that he much preferred working alone. Thus to the despair of many, for he was known as a brilliant tactician and an even greater orator, capable of raising morale to new heights, he left.
He traveled for many years before finding his way to Ered Luin, which he made his home. He lived there, as a solitary wanderer, hardly finding companionship, for a multitude of years.
But this elf was not the type to stay in one place. Once again, he set out for new sights. This is what brought him to the Bree Lands where he now resides, though who knows how long. As of late his attention has been turned towards the Shire as well.
Appearance
He usually dresses for battle, though he may not find it. He wears the beautifully crafted suit of armor he was given by Celeborn as a reward for his duties. Lately he has ventured into town more and more, finding once again a light in his heart that had long been put out. When he does so, he occasionally dresses nicer for the occasion, with long flowing robes.
He carries a sturdy shield and a curved elven sword when prepared for battle. Otherwise a simple dagger is all he carries.
Some have said that his blue eyes could pierce the soul of any who they looked at and see their true form. Such are the rumors of men.
Notes
- Some say he's a good writer or poet, he won't deny it, but he won't confirm it. Though lately he's been seen sitting around Bree with a book and quill...
