#elentirmo

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A sketch of Meneldur

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Isilmë, Silmariën and Meneldur (concept)

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Elentirmo, a LotR OC from my 'A Tale from Rivendell' series.

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Look, I got a gift from @artemyswar ! *-* Here is Elentirmo from my ‘A Tale from Rivendell’ series. He’s currently in his craftsman-era on this picture. (In the original series, his hand was badly damaged by dragonfire in a heroic, but rather stupid attempt to rescue his friends, and Elrond did not manage to entirely cure the scar: that is why he’s wearing a glove).

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“Potion”

Wine was a mysterious and wonderful thing.

It could turn any man to a poet. It could rouse kings and queens and fools and heroes and lords and ladies; and one by one they marked their hazy stories on bathroom walls when dawn raised its red hand to halt their merrymaking. It could make a man cry like a maiden locked into a tower; and it could make the same man spit fire like the dragon that guarded it. It could make any floor sway beneath a sailor as if he was still at open sea. It could plant courage into one's heart; courage that was mistaken for folly by others. It could whisper wonderful ideas in one's ear if they were eager to hear its wisdom.

(And wine tasted good).

/ excerpt from ‘A Tale from Rivendell’, Book III: ‘The Wayward Flame’ /

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The King’s Doom

(Set in my ‘A Tale from Rivendell’ universe. I wrote this in August 2015, and found it again in my folders a few minutes ago. Lousy as it is, it might deserve a bit of audience).

Read about Elentirmo HERE.

...and all the week that followed, the King sat on his throne in the Hall of Kings and pronounced his orders and judgements; and this took countless hours, for there were embassies coming from many peoples and from distant lands that not even Gildor Inglorion had ever heard of. And the King set them free and gave them lands to govern in their own manner and he made peace with them; and there were also fighters that earned his reward for their valour in battle. Days flew quicker than the Winds of West; and at the sunset of the seventh day of the judgements of the King, when he remitted the penalty of Beregond, Guardian of the Tower the Knights of Gondor were surprised to see the Lord Elentirmo emerging from the deepening shadows of the hall and stepping before the King. To their great wonder the Elf took a knee but stood almost immediately, before the King could say a word; and thus they saw he wasn't wearing his bright silver mail, nor his heaving red cloak, and he was unarmed. His garment was grey and simple, much like that of the Dunedain, and the White Tree of Gondor was embroidered on its chest where his heart should be. Then the King spoke: "All hail the Lord Elentirmo, son of Anardil!" - and when the praise quiesced, he said: "A good friend and a faithful companion you've been to me on many journeys, and you're as dear to me as any brother could be. You pledged your sword to my father and never failed him, nor did you ever fail me. And now that everything we'd planned and everything we'd ever wished for came true I hear that you are reluctant to leave my service, though you be a lord yourself with your own people to rule and your own home to build." "It is not my wish to rule anybody, Elfstone", thus spoke the Lord Elentirmo, and the sharp glance of his eyes pierced through the heart of those that dared to look at his fair face. "Nor is it my wish to pretend to be somebody I am not. I am but a late son of the Lords of old; and I cannot content myself with spending my days in the shadow of a forgotten Age, waiting and dreaming, clutching onto my existence as I run out of the time of this world. There is still much to do. Orcs lurk in the wastelands, wargs dwell in the mountains and the Shadow still lives on in some grey puffs of cloud. I am indeed reluctant to leave your service, be you my Captain or my King; if not a sword, I can still pledge you a chisel to work on your gate. You might forgive me if I say it requires improvement." The King sat silent for a moment, as if considering the truth in these words; then gently, he smiled and raised his hand to cease the murmur of his Knights who were not accustomed to such harsh words. "If it is indeed your wish to remain in service of my kingdom", he said, "this I shall grant you as a token of our friendship; but you cannot stay here for long." At this the face of Elentirmo went still as stone and pain shone in his eyes as if stricken to the heart. But the King went on: "In my northern lands you shall dwell, for I give you the City of Annúminas, fortress of Arnor to rebuild and to strengthen as you will. In more peaceful days I shall pay visit to you, but until that time comes I bid a hundred of the Dunedain to part with you; and it is my counsel that you should take with you all of your kindred that are willing to go. For the city of Kings cannot be rebuilt but by the hard work of many hands and by the endurance of long labouring years. And when that is ready you shall be given orders to return here to Minas Tirith and study the old plans of Osgiliath, then rebuild that also, without even changing the length of a street; and when that is ready indeed, you and your kindred shall clean the Minas Ithil and build me a new watchtower facing the East. Now tell me Elentirmo Carastar, Master of Builders and Son of the Exiled, do you still wish to remain in the service of Elfstone?" "I do indeed, lord - I do more than ever", Elentirmo laughed and raised his hands as if to bless the King; and as his fingers moved the Knights of Gondor glimpsed a large silver ring on his finger. It was the likeness of a star, as on the blazon of Númenor; but of another shape.

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Now you've put it to my mind that it's an OC question, even though it's not, and I want to ask about Elentirmo! 2, 5, 17, 27, 31, 35, 49 have fun :)

Fist of all, this took me ages, and I’m SO SORRY about it. Thank you so much for asking!!!

Everyone who is curious about my OC, Elentirmo: description HERE and related stories HERE.

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

I can’t quite picture himas someone capable of anything systematic, not even a daily rueful thought. Itwould bore him to death. But it’s true that he spends a maximum amount of timeworking (for those who don’t know him: he is an architect, though unfortunately(?),at several points of his life he is obliged to gain his living otherwise).

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Elentirmo is a typicalcase of the genius who sees through his own chaos. An outsider would certainlynot say he’s organised, and would probably think his surroundings (especiallyhis working rooms and atelier) are horribly messy, but I daresay that Tirmo couldaccurately and detailedly explain why isthis hammer thrown unmercifully across that set of paintings, why is that map is half-buried insplinters of steel and why are thosepieces of white feather floating across red paint.

17. Preferred mode of dress and ritualssurrounding dress

As for his looks, Ipicture him – well, not the young and careless, but the aged and hardened Tirmo– as someone simplicistically elegant, who, on the other hand, has a soft spotfor long, luxurious cloaks and mantles. (And an outrageous amount of earrings,no one can change my mind).

Since he’s an Elf, Ishould probably mention his hair – in vain, since it just flows everywhere, atrait inherited from his father. Too bad.

27. What is their biggest regret?

Elentirmo and Aragornhave been through quite a lot of sh*t together (I just can’t put it more nicely– in my view, they even hunted together after Gollum for a while), and thoughtheir friendship wavered from time to time (they have very differentpersonalities), their trust in each other never broke. However, when Aragornset out on the mission of the Fellowship as Elendil’s Heir, Elentirmo did notgive his blessings on the quest, deeming it impossible to defeat Sauron’srising empire. And when words came of Aragorn’s doings and Elladan and Elrohirrode out to his aid, Elentirmo did not go with them, either – he never had anyfaith in Aragorn’s kingdom and his power to oppose Sauron. He did not havefaith to the point of not answering his call. And, well, time proves him wrong,and he regrets that to the very end of his days; not because he miscalculated,but because such an error was enough for him to turn his back on his friend.

31. Most prized possession?

His grandfather’s dagger,which survived quite a few adventures before he got it. I guess you know aboutTirmo’s ancestry, but since it’s not public yet, I won’t say anything else fornow ;)

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider tobe a waste of time?

Young Elentirmo loveswriting poetry, but thinks he’s doing it badly, and hiding it. Adult Elentirmorefuses to do anything that doesn’t serve any specific purpose (if there is nofirst-hand and evident reason behind his deeds, he finds one), with the onlyexception of singing, but even that borders the line of utility, since he makeshis living as a bard in South Gondor for several years.

49. If this person were to get into a fist fight,what is their fighting style like?

Very swift, and morecentered on defense and surprise than open attack. (Adult!)Elentirmo is thekind of person who would prefer to beat his opponent using their own moves. He’sa very cold and calculating person. He watches and waits, then when theappropriate moment comes, he strikes and wins the round.

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Have a sketchy painting of my OC, Elentirmo from last year. It’s his begetting day today :)

(Background is super shitty, but this was the first one I’ve ever made).