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Username: Femme Feral
Name: Lady Silmarië Oreleth
Age (AS OF T.A. 2941): 6000+
Place of Origin: Doriath
Occupation: Elvenqueen
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Gender: Female
Body Type & Height: Her skin is pale and soft like most elves, healthy and unblemished by scars or the signs of age like most non-elves often have. Her face is softly angled and very feminine paired with a soft nose, and full lips giving her a child-like face which she uses to draw in and fool others that she runs into. Her body is tall, thin, but lithe though soft in appearance, with an inner strength able to fight and strong enough to break a few bones in her enemies. Silmarie stands at a tall and slender 5’11”.
Face Claim: Charlize Theron
Hair Color & Appearance: Silmarie is graced with long pale blonde Hair light in color and formed naturally into loose ringlets and curls reaching down to the back of her ankles. Usually kept in a long loose braid due to her swift pace through the woods, and during fighting and hunting.
Eye Color: She is graced with Eyes often described as fierce sky blue.
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Family Tree: Finwe Side // Elmo Side
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Lover: Thranduil (her husband)
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Personality: Silmarie is kind and soft, feminine even, despite her wild tomboy-ish behavior. She has the ability to communicate and understand others, being able to understand and speak both Sindarin and Quenya taught at an early age by her mother, and some broken bits of Khuzdul the language of the Dwarfs by dwarf wanderers, and even broken bits of the language of men that pass through the woods. She speaks with authority but softly, usually very level-headed and calm.
Nothing about her in person could be considered overtly rude or hostile. Silmarie understands that causing pain in others reflects badly in her own soul and thus she abstains from violence unless it is needed, then there is no stopping her for it’s logically explained in her mind and thus a necessity. Of course, not everyone agrees to such a way of thinking and acting. Silmarie’s views on herself and the world are vastly different than that of other elves, the general behaviors of those that thrive in the wilds and are recluses could compare to hers.
Aspirations: Silmarie doesn’t really have aspirations, per se. While she does want to protect Mirkwood, she isn’t striving for anything as a kind of life achievement. One could say that she aspires to be at one with nature and to preserve the beauty of it. Then again, Silmarie also desires to know more about the customs of others though her mischievous actions and behavior often smothers this curiosity. Like any mother and wife, she yearns to see her family succeed in all they do and stay healthy and happy.
Strengths: Silmarie is exceptionally good at hunting. As one would be -living for as long as she has- and using her natural gifts as a elf she can track animals, people, and even through watching and her knowledge of the environment and surroundings can guess what her prey or target will do.
Another thing Silmarie is good at is cooking, yes even with the fancy spices and additional food that the mortal men and hobbits have, despite cooking being a ellon’s usual task, she has learned to make very tasty natural food that can keep for quite a long while without going bad. While she does eat meat and kill animals for food, Silmarie also eats whatever nature gives her, thanking it before and afterwards.
Which stems from Silmarie’s other naturally developed talent, the knowledge of the flora and fauna of Mirkwood. Through trial and error, she’s discovered herbs, fungi, and certain parts of animals that effect her positively or negatively. Through this knowledge she helps the wounded animals and even plants of the woods to make sure her home is healthy and safe.
Silmarie is not shy of swords and fighting. She is quite fierce when in battle and fights with a fluid cacophony of motions, almost like a bloody dance of death. She often wears minimal armor, preferring to protect herself with the nature around her in a mix of physical and nature powers. One thing is for sure is that she is a warrior on the battlefield and not to be trifled with.
Weakness: As calm and patient as she can be Silmarie is often rash and bold, more than she should be given certain situations. This leads to situations that would be easy if well thought out turning into life or death battles. She could go around a ‘sleeping dragon’ but then she’d just have to deal with it later, so more often than not she deals with the problem more directly than those who would use tact and charm to their advantage. Rash decisions aren’t always a bad thing though, sometimes it’s just what the situations needs…. sometimes is the keyword. While she is not prone to rages or great levels of anger, Silmarie can get too into the moment, letting emotions run her when logic should rule instead.
Fears: Being outnumbered is always a dangerous thing and this fear haunts Silmarie day and night that at any time she could be outnumbered and hopeless for survival and victory over them. While she may lament for the fear she has of death, she’s more prone to avoiding being hurt as pain is not one of her most wanted sensations.
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Weapons: Her main fighting style uses twin blades that she wields in a wild cyclone of slashing, Silmarie is a silent killer usually with very little suffering to her targets. There is a special pair of blades that she received from her future husband Thranduil upon their betrothal. They are of elvish make with smooth angled blades as long as a forearm with a handle that seems to fit her hands perfectly. She’s named them her Shining Fangs.
Another very important weapon is her Bow & Arrows, all hand made for her. Both her blades and one of her bows were passed down to her son Legolas after her death. Another of her bows was rewarded to Tauriel for her service to Thranduil's Realm.
Her sword is made for cutting speed and used against larger opponents and during wartime.
Her Battle armors are made entirely of light but durable elven chain mail and silver leather in the shape of leaves. [x]
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History: Daughter of Thandandil, a Noldorin soldier, and Sídhiel, a Sindarin healer. Silmarie was raised like a young elleth would expect to be raised, taught from a young age the values of Elven culture and wisdom. Her parents instilled in her strength and honor for her kin and those who were in need of protection. Silmarie grew believing in this concept deeply. If those who crossed her path was in dire need, she would help them. The only thing that could break her of this habit was her love for nature. If anyone disrespected the nature around them, Silmarie had an instant dislike of them and would refuse to help them till they made it right and changed their destructive ways.
She may be beautiful, but even at a young age, she was trained to fight and protect herself with blade and bow, and the elven style of agile physical fighting. With her twin swords and daggers, she quickly became well know for her whirlwind of silver blades, a deadly dance of singing elvish metal. Even though she has these fighting skills, she often will rely upon her powers over nature, bestowed upon her mother's bloodline by Yavanna. These powers can vary from growing plants rapidly, purifying nature of corruption, or even using limbs and vines and roots to attack others. A seed planted inside of a person can be grown at a rapid pace and have their body used as fertilizer. Vines and roots can be used to restrain or create a net. Branches and roots can be used as steps and a quick mode of transportation. These powers treat the nature around her as a 6th sense or radar of what is around her, as if ever tree, leaf, blade of grass and flower is her eyes in the woods.
Silmarie found herself betrothed to Thranduil via the will of their parents for moderately political reasons, but also due to the observations of their behavior towards eachother. While she was initially against this rare event, she grew to love him and after the terrible events of Thranduil's father dying as well as her own father passing and her mother fading away from a broken heart, they were moved to the Greenwood and married sometime after (via sex, sex = marriage). They were crowned King and Queen and some time later they welcomed little Legolas into their lives.
Few years passed before they went to battle with orcs from Gundabad who had attacked them, Silmarie was not content with letting her husband go alone and went in his stead. Angered by the boldness and audacity of the monstrosities attacking her and her young son, Silmarie did not heed her husband's concerned warnings and went along with him to fight, determined to protect her son and her realm from any threat, especially one from Gundabad. Deep into the hours the battle lasted, her elves succeeded in driving back and slain most of the orcs and goblins before an arrow pierced her shoulder, sending her off her mount with the force of the shot.
Separated from her army, the orcs swarmed over her, beating and stabbing her. A leader of their forces lurched forward and with powerful motions, stabbed his large jagged blade into her chest, once, twice, and a final time, through her armor and into her body. Leaving her to die against the field of filthy dead orc bodies and some of her fallen kin.
Minutes after the battle ended, she was approached by her husband's army, slaughtering all that was left of the orcs but it was too late for her and she knew it. Tears rolling from her eyes as she lay there trembling and bleeding greatly, she smiled up to her husband as he held her to him. After exchanging loving words and soft half-felt chiding, she rested her hand upon her chest in farewell, saying to him a promise that she would watch over them from the Halls of Mandos.
She passed in the minutes just before the sun rose. Thranduil carried her body the entire way back to Mirkwood, not eating or sleeping, nor waiting for those that fell behind. Her body was burned and the ashes spread over Mirkwood. Already the woods seemed darker.
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RP Sample: Oh, how his touch sent her body and mind reeling with sensation. Being so close to the ellon that she had loved secretly for so long was just like her dreams come true. “I will always be here with you.” She whispered to him, her eyes rimmed in tears of happiness. Her look softened as he spoke. “Thranduil… Oh Thranduil….” Her slender fingers traced the outlines of his face, sliding down to his jawline before resting on his chest.
"I adore you with every breath I take. My heart and mind are filled with visions and memories of our time together… but separate. I would like nothing more than to spend all my days with you, by your side as your wife and as your dearest friend. Perhaps…." Her face was tinted pink at the thought of starting a family with him, "Perhaps even be the mother to our own elfling." Her heart sped up at the sensations that came with saying such feelings aloud.
"I would bind myself to you for all the days of Arda, till death and beyond. Forever. I would be honored, My heart could sing no finer song than when I am with you. I regret not saying these words sooner. I… I never had the courage to make them known. I hope your adar and mine are watching over us with smiling hearts." A hot tear of emotion rolled down her cheek.
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HEADCANONS:
== The Blessing of Yavanna (Yavanna’s Protector) is a blessing from Yavanna herself to a single family of female elves, of which Silmarie is the last remaining member of. There can be only one Guardian of Yavanna at a time. For this being to die they will have to pass on the legacy to their child. With this blessing comes certain powers and abilities, such as: Communication (both speech, hearing, and sight) through nature’s vast network of roots (feeling things much like a spider’s web), reviving fallen trees, regeneration of self from harm and near death, healing the sickness from plants, and the natural knowledge of nature based protecting magic and the effects of plants for mixtures and potions. While she does not have full control over the living trees and Ents, she can convince them to help her or become friends with them so they protect her and she protect them. These powers grow and become stronger as the elleth ages. It is said that the Blessing will fade when the balance of nature is restored or when all nature/Yavanna is destroyed.
== Lady Silmarie was betrothed to Thranduil at a young age in a rare arranged marriage, but they grew to love eachother with all their hearts.
== Her favorite flowers are Orchids and she loves to garden.
== The statue at the start of the Elven road (that Gandalf found in the movies overgrown and drawn on in blood) on both ends through the Greenwood is of Silmarie and erected by Thranduil after his wife's passing.
== When Silmarie died, the Greenwood was free to fester and grow weak in Sauron's presence. The connection was not missed by anyone.
== Her best friend is a huge white wolf (not a warg, but a giant wolf, large enough to ride). He is nameless and has some form of self awareness separate from regular wolves. He has a small pack consisting of himself, his mate, and their 3-pup litter. All of which Silmarie protects.
== Silmarie used to use her influence over the Greenwood to roam it in the form of a stark white Doe, while her husband's influence took the form of a stark white Elk. When she passed, his influence over the forest was left alone.
== Silmarie is related to Galadriel and Celeborn and is a mix of the great lines of Elmo and Finwe. See her bio for links to the family tree images.
== She dislikes Dwarves for their ability to destroy the nature around them in exchange for greed. She also hates those of the dark forces with all her being as they were the cause of her father’s death and her mother fading.
== As much as she declares that she is free from greed’s hold, she is fascinated by white gems and mithril and most often will do all she can to get these and hoard them when found. She is secretive and ashamed of this fact.
== Silmarie will never be in bonds with any from the race of Men or Dwarves, preferring only Elven males (usually ONLY her husband). She is strictly heterosexual, but does not hate or judge those that do not share her views.
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