Lindir
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Focused, stealthy, musical, loyal, easily flustered, shy, ISFJ personality, secretly dominant, very nervous, cranky, timid, polite, moody
Lindir is an elf with Dark brown, Rich brown-gold eyes and Strong yet slender, but not overly thin, and standing around 6'0 and plays the harp
Robes and tunics of fine elven make, most often in darker shades. Indigo, plum, dusky reds, rich browns, or shadowy greens, depending on the season and occasion. He moves fluidly, silently, able to come and go unobtrusively, which serves him very well as the right hand to Lord Elrond. He wears a single ring of tangled silver strands, and a circlet of the same in intricate, symmetrical filigree.
Lindir is aptly named, possessing a strong, clear singing voice. He is skilled on the lute, moderately so on the harp. He plays mostly for his own amusement, that of friends, or if some special private occasion may call for it.
Despite appearances, he is trained in the arts of combat. Never a warrior possessed of overwhelming strength, Lindir is, however, capable of moving unseen, silent and swift. This serves him well as Elrond's right hand, allowing him to perform his duties unobtrusively. It also tends to afford him numerous opportunities for eavesdropping, and other things requiring he go undetected.
When it comes to his duties to Lord Elrond and the inhabitants of Rivendell, Lindir is exceedingly dedicated, executing his tasks with the utmost attention and energy.
Weaknesses
Prejudiced - Lindir bears a centuries-old distrust of outsiders in general, non-elven ones in particular. Like most of his people, he has a particular dislike of dwarves, considering them uncouth, smelly, and hardly civilized.
Proud - Lindir is proud on several levels - proud of his kind in the way of most elves, and also proud of the Lord and home that he serves. Sometimes, however, pride may prevent one from seeing fault, or paying proper consideration to others.
Self-neglect - On occasion, he will forget to look after himself properly, whether it is skipping meals or rest. His more basic needs often go by the wayside in favor of completing his duties.
ASPIRATIONS: Presently, his goal is simply to see his home kept safe and at peace. FEARS: Quite simply, Lindir fears being left behind. The loss of his father and his mother's abandonment at such a young age is a wound long left unhealed. He also fears failure, whether it be so complete as to see the fall of Imladris, or something minor enough to be a simple inconvenience to Lord Elrond.
PERSONALITY: Lindir carries the weight of his duties and responsibilities with him constantly. Some of these are assigned by Lord Elrond himself; others are of his own making. He is dedicated, to his bones, to Imladris and her ruler. When kin deserted him, kith did not.
He has made a silent and private promise never to allow anyone to be left behind, as he was. While a small and childish part of him yearns for the West, so simply go and leave the heavier cares behind, Lindir decided long ago that he would wait. While his people remain in Imladris, so would he - until the very last departs. When there is none left for him to attend, only then will he leave, however many ages that may be.
This all helps to explain his devotion to his home, to those who have sheltered and loved him. It fuels his willingness to do whatever is required of him, complete any task - no matter how difficult or dark - to keep his home safe.
He has his moments of levity, though. He still enjoys music, collecting what he can of song and lore from those who find their way to the Last Homely House. Occasionally, he will murmur some sharp-edge observation for the benefit - and hopefully, amusement - of his Lord's ear.
There is little room for fear in him. When it does arise, he counters it with sheer force of mental will, denying it room to breathe and eventually stifling it altogether. Had he the physical prowess for it, he would have made a formidable warrior. Yet, there are no stunning exploits and bright blades for Lindir; his is a slower burn, subtle and oft-unseen.
He's not simply the stiff, formal attendant always seen at Elrond's side.
Still waters run deep, as they say
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I pause at the sight of someone coming towards the gate, and then go to welcome them and see what brings them to Imladris as bow my head and extend my hand from my heart out as a welcome to the person who is approaching the gate, and I speak calmly and politely
"Welcome to Rivendell, stranger. It is seldom that we see the like of your folk at our gates, and we would be pleased to know the reason for your visit." I raise my eyebrow and wait for their answer, my face betraying nothing
my lady, gent.
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