#aesthetic: hravanis

[medicter]

CREATE A DRAGON BASED ON YOUR MUSE !!

Create your muse as a dragon then tag however many   people   you’d    like   to   do   the   same Remember to REPOST, do NOT REBLOG

tagged by: @brycecousland

tagging: everyone!!

ELEANOR COUSLAND

I’m going full extra about this and doing one for a bunch of them so lmao I apologise to mobile users

TAMAR

LOGHAIN

IMRAHIL

HRAVANIS

ARWEN

[vandacarnelme]

Hravanis came back to Rivendell after a quite long absence and everything is really kicking off, Aragorn’s back, there are hobbits here, for some reason the Kingship of Gondor is being talked about more than the presence of an ultimate evil and she’s already exhausted and ready to go back to the wilds. It isn’t as though she can help with a mission of secrecy.

On a different note the Esteldin rep mount really works for her aesthetic and I’m happy.

[medicter]

PSA: heads up I revamped Hrava’s bio to be a bit more... aesthetically relevant to here. Here it is! (@laurefiindil You were squintin’)

What is in a Legend? Can a relic of time still live and breathe?

The origins of Hravanis, Warden of the High Kings, has been lost to time and tide. None but perhaps Cirdan the shipwright live to remember the darkest depths of her history when the first elf was born of mother beside Cuivienen’s silver shores. There exist no annuls to detail the first battle of elf against orc, when her once innocent hands held a stone as a weapon not a tool for the very first time. Innocent hands no longer. And the only remaining witness to her pledge of fealty and martyrdom for the High King of the Noldor is now Hravanis herself.

And so a Legend or a Relic she remains, depending upon who you ask. She is the silent sword behind the throne, a presence so accepted, so natural, she could be completely forgotten. Which she often is. There exist very few tales detailing Hravanis’ great quests or deeds, though indeed she has many to her name. All that most remember of her is a name, and a title. ‘Warden of the High King’.

It is known that she came to Valinor with the Tatyarin host. It is known that she served as the Captain of Finwe’s guard, the crown’s trusted confidante, at Tirion-upon-Tuna. It is known that, upon the darkening of Valinor, she renewed her oath of fealty to Feanor’s name and passionately followed his host in the Exodus across the sea. The first Kinslaying shows her bloody hand and it is said she cursed the Valar’s name.

From then on her path becomes difficult to trace, though all are certain she served each High King for a time. Ever used as a bludgeon, a relentless weapon, each hand learning to wield her best. She was sent as the last resort, the cavalry, the hope beyond hope, a Soldier without fear nor qualm. Hravanis was known to be sent alone into danger, tasked with impossible goals but seeing them through nevertheless, no matter the cost. Her hatred of Morgoth and fire for their fight? Legendary.

Now, as the third age dawns, few connect the sparse tales of such a dreadful force of nature with the now ancient elf loyal to Elrond’s word. All the world sees today is a severe and sharp old warrior, a veteran of some ancient struggle, not completely unusual to find under the eaves of Imladris. She and the Lord Glorfindel might often be found together, speaking in some derelict tongue of history now long forgotten, laughing at some indecipherable joke. The trials of this age seem distant, unintimidating, lacking urgency to those accustomed to wars with gods.

Still, she fights for her people, wades back into war with a sense of casual boredom, helps where she can. At times she might be found wandering this new world, a tall but bent figure passing over pastures and mountains with a curious eye and an earthen heart. For the passion of a wanderer once lost for the home of their birth can never be truly dampened.