You are ??????. You come here with a trader from Eriador, a rare visitor. Although it is not cold here in your forest, when you glance back at him, you see him shivering a little.

In the common tongue of the humans, you speak to him. "My apologies for riding so hard. But my elfen-lord awaits us, and our news is urgent. We have already tarried too long in crossing the Misty Mountains."

He shifts tiredly on his horse, grumbling. "I know you elves don't need to sleep much as we do. But we've been riding hard in this forest for days. The horses haven't had any water since we entered Mirkwood. How am I even still awake?"

You slow for a moment, wondering how much you should tell him.

It seems like he is speaking as much to bolster his spirits, as to complain.

He continues loudly, trembling again, "This is witchery, isn't it. I can feel it in my bones."

"Have no fear," you say, trying to comfort him a little. "As long as we stay on this path, we are under the protection of the lord of my realm. No harm shall come to us, and no evil will dare to block our way."

He looks around, perhaps even more frightened, muttering under his breath. "I knew it! Knew this wasn't some good place!"

Indeed, this place, now known to your people as Taur-nu-Fuin, is not a good place. It has not been a good place since shadow shrouded the land some five hundred years ago, and your king, Thranduil Oropheiron, led you in retreat for the fourth time, up north past the Forest River.

If you stray from the path maintained by your lord's patrols, you risk facing unnaturally large spiders, bats, orcs, and other even more wicked things.

But despite all this, Taur-nu-Fuin, greatest of the forests of the north, is your home.

After all, you are a

>>SYLVAN ELF
>>SINDAR ELF
>>HALF-SYLVAN HALF-SINDAR ELF

https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/137287.html

Let's go Sindar

Let's go with the Sindar. Needed to brush up on my Tolkien!

Let's go with Silvan. (Also, I think you spelled it wrong.)

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seconded

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>> SINDAR ELF

After all, you are a SINDA… pure of blood, descended from the Iathrim, most noble of the elves who had not seen the light of the Two Trees.

Pure-blooded Sindar elves are very rare in Taur-nu-Fuin. Even the prince himself, Legolas Thranduilion, has a Silvan mother. In King Oropher's time, he was none too pleased with the union of your maternal grandparents. And King Thranduil, his son and heir, took your mother's marriage even less kindly, for she fell in love with a Sinda attached to a band of elven wanderers.

"Mixed company," as your lord put it. He disapproved of unions between Sindar in his realms, and even more of a Sinda who associated freely with the treacherous Noldor. Despite this, when you were orphaned at the age of 37, he generously took you as his ward.

Many young elves of your realm have lost one parent. Some, like you, have lost both. It is certainly not a rare matter. And King Thranduil has not been unkind to you. He has treated you much the same as his child by blood. And if some say that he is cold, you would say that he is cold but fair.

ATTRIBUTES GAINED: FLUENT IN SINDARIN, FLUENT IN SILVAN ELVISH, PURE-BLOODED SINDA, ORPHANED, WARD OF KING THRANDUIL, RAISED IN THE COURT OF THE ELVENKING, CURSE OF DAERON

You are Eldannen Faradril. Eldannen is your mother-name, and in Sindarin, it roughly means “elf lowtide”. Your mother claimed that it was a name of foresight, which she gave to you at birth. Needless to say, you only thought she had a rather unwise penchant for tragedy.

Though her personality won her no favour, her standing in the court was not low. She knew the art of making lembas, the elven waybread, for her mother had made lembas with the maidens of Melian. And with many of the other elven ladies of the realm, she weaved fine garments for the king, who still dressed in the fashion of the Iathrim rather than the Silvans.

Unfortunately, your father died and she followed him west, too early to teach you these crafts.

As of late, however, you have gone by the name Faradril. As a young child, before your mother departed west, you would follow King Thranduil’s hunting-party on foot, into the woods, bleak and dangerous as they were. And you would often find the trail of a fat game bird, a small hare, or a frightened deer, even faster than the keenest of his mortal hunting hounds. So he gave you that epessë, which means “huntress” in Sindarin, and so you became known to him, amidst the many children of the Silvans.

ATTRIBUTES GAINED: TALENT - TRACKING

Tracking, however, is not your only talent. Despite your relative youth, you are also respected amongst the elves of the Woodland Realm because...

>> You have spent long hours training with Thranduil’s Guard. Even more experienced fighters are impressed with your abilities. (Talent - Combat)
>> You can often be found with your nose in a thick volume of elvish history. Pity that your realm has so few books! (Talent - Lore)
>> After being adopted by the king, you take great interest in the wards surrounding the forest. You follow him around, begging him to teach you his magic. (Talent - Enchantment)
>> Your voice is rare even amongst the elves. You sing at feasts and in the forest, and at the sound of your music, birds land on your shoulders to listen. (Talent - Singing)
>> You have never wounded any living thing with your own hands. You are well-known for being a masterful healer. (Talent - Healing)
>> You are friends with the animals of the forest, and when you speak, the trees listen. You are totally at home in the woods. (Talent - Elven Bushcraft)
>> You have the rare ability to persuade and to inspire others to action. Your words are listened to with an attention usually reserved for elves much wiser and nobler than yourself. (Talent - Charisma)

You can invoke an ATTRIBUTE at any time, by suggesting how it might be used.

We are excellent at crafting elven bushes. er, at elven bushcraft

Elven healing or elven singing sound quite fun. Hmm, choices, choices.