Thread:The Second Age Server/@comment-76.93.146.101-20170525203128

Lore Name: Amroth

IGN Name: ShiftyJT7

Role: Galadhrim lore character

Description: Amroth was a Sindar Elf Lord from Lorien. His father, Amdir, was lord of Lorien for a time, until he perished in the Battle of Dagorlad, in which he took lordship of Lorien temporarily. This was until he met and wed the Elf Maiden Nimrodel, who convinced him to leave the Golden Wood for the Undying Lands. They travelled to Edhellond, where Amroth chartered a ship for Aman. Unfortunately, Nimrodel lingered on the shore, and he awaited her arrival until Autumn, when a nasty storm came and blew their ship to sea. Mad with grief at his separation with his beloved, he braved the stormy seas and perished, and Nimrodel never saw him again.

Server Description: An Elf of Lorien, Amroth made his fortress upon a hill, aptly named Cerin Amroth. He stalwartly defends Lorinand's borders from the evil forces, and can often be seen in his halls playing beautiful melodies on his harp. He also enjoys long walks in the Golden Wood, conversing and singing with his fellow Galadhrim, and the occasional sport of archery. Amroth shares the Elvish love of nature, and cultivates many different plants from all over Middle-Earth in his great gardens.

Roleplay Sample:

There was nothing like the sweet fragrance of Spring in the golden wood. Many Elves took it for granted, the magical forests rarely seen outside their havens. Amroth knew better, and knew also the cruelties that lay beyond their coveted borders. For Lorien was fortunate to avoid the many wars of the age, between Men, and Orcs, and the "mightier" Elves across the cold Mountains.

He strode along a creek, on a leaf-covered trail used by beast and Elf alike, not far from his home on the hill. Solitude was his friend as much as others were. Nature called to him, and he would be foolish not to answer. Yavanna's creatures were accustomed to his presence, and none fled as he lightly walked along and witnessed the beauty of the wood.

Deer pastured here freely, squirrels stored their acorns in great, ancient Mallorn trees which swayed happily and healthily, and birds continued their songs endlessly, echoing across the forest their cries and twitters.

And Amroth smiled in delight, for there was nowhere else he wanted to be, nor any place he would defend as passionately. For only a fool would trespass these lands, and dare envoke the wrath of the Lady, or her King.

Or myself, he thought grimly of a sudden. And a light shone in his eyes of the Eldar, and within him was the power to vanquish all foes who taint the woods with their presence.

And Amroth walked on. 