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Here's a late bio for Arahaelon, guys! Name: Arahaelon

Race: Elves, Noldorin

Gender: Male

Homeland: Lindon, born in Eregion

Age:7,208 years (born in second age)

History: I was born a year after the founding of Eregion. I lived in Eregion for 450 years, along with my parents and siblings. Soon after my sister's birth, my parents grew concerned with the rising of Sauron, for he had already won over the smiths of Eregion. We set out for Lindon in SA 1200, and made an establishment there. Around 2241 years later, my father, brother, and I are fight in the last battle of The Last Alliance. At that battle, my father was slain by an Orc commander. I was devastated, and beheaded the Orc swiftly. Soon after this, my brother was surrounded by orcs, when one of the Dwarves of Durin's Folk saved his life. Part of this is why I, unlike most other Elves, do not despise the dwarves(the other reason is that the Elves of Eregion were much kinder to Dwarves). After the battle, I never fully recovered. I stayed in Lindon with my mother, however, my brother Magoldor and sister Galathel left for Imladris. I married a Silvan Elf, Celebremes, from Lothlorien, 200 years into the Third Age. In the year TA 2510, my mother left for Valinor after my brother was slain by Orcs while journeying to Lorien to visit our cousin. She left because her grief became unbearable, and she wished to see her relatives in Valinor. After that, my wife decided to leave for Lorien with our two sons, Angrendir and Gildir, for she knew that the rising of the Orc threat might separate her and her family. I visited them occaisionally, and sometimes my sons came to see me in Imladris. With the War of Orcs and Dwarves, my childern were cut off from The West, and couldn't visit me. Through all of this, the idea of Sauron's darkness never left my mind, and I knew one thing about it. If ever it were to rise again, I would devote my entirety to the defeat of Sauron. When the War of the Ring began, I intended on going to Lorien to help my family, but the forest was cut off by Dol Guldur. Instead, I journeyed to Mirkwood, where I helped fight at the Battle Under the Trees. I later found out that my eldest son, Angrendir, had died defending Lothlorien.

Weapon: I use a High Elven sword, shield, dagger, and bow. For armor, I wear the armor of the Noldor.

Skills: Excellent with the sword and shield, good at using a bow, average at riding horses, and passable when it comes to wilderness survival. I am good with crafting and smithery, like most Noldor. I am well learned in lore and knowledge, and have a thirst for greater knowledge. I am known to strongly hate the fowl creatures of Sauron, and won't hesitate to end their miserable existence. I am, however, very accepting and trusting of those who are good, though I don't handle betrayal very well. I am very unforgiving, unless I see true sorrow in whoever seeks forgiveness.