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Ferileth

Ferileth Amdiriel of Mirkwood

Name Ferileth
Occupation
Hunter
Age
Old
Race
Elf
Residence
Wanderer
Kinship
None
Outward Appearance

Ferileth is tall, slender and graceful as all elves. Her eyes are a luminous forest-green. Yet, she looks atypical for her kind. Her hair is chopped unusually short, and usually worn in a pony tail.   She lacks any softness, and there is a certain sadness in her demeanor. Even though she is old in years, it is not evident by looking at her.

Her gear is practical and simple; leather, wool and linen, all hunter green or deep earthy colours. She is always armed, even with friends.

Background

Ferileth was born in Greenwood the Great, the forest now known as Mirkwood, more than three thousand years ago. She had two older brothers, older than her, and both brave warriors. As a child, she always preferred wandering the woods, to any other activity; climbing in the trees, watching squirrels and small animals and bathing in the cold streams. When she grew older, she became a hunter, like her father and brothers before her, and roamed the woods with them. She was a restless spirit, and only story-telling at the firelight in the nights could keep her still. Her life changed when the darkness started to grow stronger in Dol Guldor. In a few hundred years, her father and brother’s were dead, and her mother gone. Since then, Ferileth has hunted alone. The Dunedain call her 'Darkbow', but to her own people she is known as Amdiriel, 'the one who hopes for joy'. Ferileth considers the wilderness her home, and is ill at ease in crowds. Yet, she shares her mothers love for firelight, and is often found in the back rooms at the Prancing Pony. She prefers to stay silent, but is known to be friendly to strangers, if a bit impatient to those who fear elves.
Friends
Very few
Relatives
None
Rivals/Enemies
None
Loves
Firelight, a good story, the wind through leaves, sunshine through the branches of Greenwood
Hates
Spiders, orcs and the Shadow
Motivation
Revenge
Quotes
"I come from Greenwood the Great...you call it Mirkwood now..."

Ferileth's Adventures

Ferileth's story 16 years 8 months ago
Ferileth's riddle 16 years 8 months ago
Ferileth's Adventures

Ferileth's Gallery

Ferileth's Gallery