#reniolind

[find-the-path]

you know, the exit to Reniolind's hideout and the cave the brigands and Amdir are camped out in are awfully close. Wouldn't be too strange if they were connected, would it?

[poetry-draws]

Have you ever drawn Amdir, Toradan, Mundol, or Reniolind before? (Not saying you have to draw all four of them), I just finished replaying the Bree prologue in lotro and now I’m sad about them again.

would you like to be sad about them an additional time

[rohirric-hunter]

'hope' + lotr(o) for the ask game 👀

"I lit these torches just yesterday," Reniolind says, lifting the candle in his hand to reignite one of them. It smokes where the flame meets the fuel for a long moment before it finally catches.

"What if Amdir catches up to us?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder into the winding tunnel behind.

Reniolind also glances back as he replies, "We'll just have to... talk to him."

"Do you think he can be reasoned with?" you ask.

"I hope so," Reniolind says, and then he forges ahead into the dark.

[hallothere]

fun headcanons if you're feeling evil

it's Reniolind's first assignment after his sash ceremony to be stationed in the midgewater marshes

Amdir calls human or hobbit pcs 'jailbird' after the initial rescue mission

Radanir served in a big Ettenmoors conflict and at the Fords of Bruinen skirmish so he had experience being a line archer already

Calenglad swore oaths to grown Aragorn once he was of age to become chieftain, but also to Baby Estel, recently fatherless

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

Isedd and/or Isena?

so isena & isedd- well they kinda just end up in the human intro anyway, but it does rather defeat the purpose of this if the answer is just ‘normal human intro, but also i&i are there’. so maybe you’re set up as someone like adina or jon & tam- you’ve been living at alse’s for some time, but trouble’s been brewing in the bree-lands and it’s gotten a bit too close to home for comfort. isena & isedd get you and adina and everyone together and declare they need to make sure you can protect yourself at the very least long enough for one of them to get to you

well. mostly this is isena’s project. isedd’s here to help with demonstrations (get repeatedly knocked over by his sister for educational purposes)

combat tutorial, basic equipment, etc- actually yknow, isena probably only does the tutorial combat for the might & agility classes. isedd gets to play with the casters

trouble arrives at alse’s. could be some random orcs who’ve wandered south from nan wathren and the cirith nur encampment- i think that makes the most sense for timeline reasons. them or some blackwolds, but i don’t know that the blackwolds would be the most likely to attack alse’s place outright at this point. even if isena and isedd don’t have a huge reputation of any sort, it’s still known that they’ve got like. an entire bear who hangs out there. there are definitely rumors that there’s more than just bear, too

anyway! there is trouble. probably something is set on fire, because that’s usually how these go. depending on your class, you get to watch isena or isedd do something very flashy and dramatic to scare off the last of the orcs. you get some real basic quests to clean up the next day- like stout axe intro type; clean mess, take these things up to tam, entertain adina for a bit (even though she’s taking all of this far better than anyone else). at the end you come across isena & isedd talking to a friend of theirs you don’t know too well and listen in (someone from the toradan-mundol-reniolind crew most likely. isena and isedd met them a little earlier than in est-verse here and their fates may not get au’d this time). they catch you- well, bear catches you, really- and explain that they’re leaving soon

they insist that you’ll be fine here, and they’re leaving bear, and that they’ll hopefully find the root of a lot of the recent problems and fix things and be back home by summer. they also say that if you really need help, you can go find their friend. it’s not the most convincing speech in the world, and adina and alse and tam and jon all agree. they leave anyway, and not long after you find something you missed during cleanup- a letter perhaps, or some weird trinket that gives you the worst vibes, and trying to figure out where the hell all the rangers went is what leads you out into the actual game world and to ‘unravelling the thread’

(you run into isena and isedd again somewhere in rohan, where they offer you an absolutely terrible explanation for what the hell they’ve been up to all this time)

[elgaladwen]

Reniolind's Hideout, Bree-land

[a-lonely-dunedain]

hey so the instance To a Ranger's Aid glitched and Amdir didn't actually kill Reniolind? y'know what, I'm gonna consider this the cannon version now

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

horrible new hc that popped into my brain:

celairant & reniolind are siblings

[captainderyn]

Fictober Day 4: Cargûl

Prompt number: 4. “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

Fandom: LOTRO

Rating: Gen

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of character death

Read on AO3 or under the Read More

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The hills outside of Ost Baranor had no right to hold the peaceful silence that they did. Not when the shadows of the night concealed the sopping scarlet of the grass, when the starlight cast faint and bitter light on the remains of the brigands that had stood in the Rangers’ and Nazgûl’s way. 

Blackwolds had posed an ongoing threat to Breeland ever since they had begun amassing in their camps and ruins like a plague. Wulfwryn couldn’t hold much sympathy for their blood on her blade. 

It was the billowing red robe she could still see burning on the makeshift pyre they’d constructed. The form that it had draped, hollowed out and gaunt near beyond recognition. 

"You are too late! I am Cargûl!” his snarling voice, hardly even human anymore, echoed through her thoughts on loop. “I serve the Great Eye!"

Burying her face in her hands and keeling over a hoarse whine broke from her throat. 

Her words had done nothing to throw aside the corruption of the Nine. Her presence even less--setting her form only as a target for a kill. Only her blade had been enough to cut the corruption; and the strings that had held up what once had been Amdir. 

Shared glances, lingering smiles and bloated pauses. All things that she had been too cowardly to act on in life, too preoccupied with the possibility of rejection to take the leap. 

It had been her that he and Strider rescued from the Blackwold’s chains in Chetwood. It was pulling her and the two young hobbits from the burning prison that they had been waylaid by the lone rider on the deathly black horse, that the corrupted blade had found his shoulder.

The corruption had pained him all throughout Archet, driven him mad until he disappeared into the night itself. Reniolind, Lenglinn wounded, all in the madness that her mistake had driven Amdir too. 

 Amdir please, I know it isn’t you who’s doing this. Come back. 

Wulfwryn shook her head, fingers curling into her hair until they bit into her scalp. 

I am not what you once believed...

He was dead because of her. No matter what pretty words anyone tried to feed her, his loss was a dark stain on her hands. A brutal strike to her own heart. 

A broken breath. 

Yes... yes, you are. Let me help you.

Never--

A firm hand on her shoulder caused her to flinch, a hoarse shriek crawling from her throat. She looked up, only to immediately focus back on the ground beneath her feet. The grimly grieving look on Strider’s worn face wasn’t something she was ready to face. 

“I know you did not ask for this Wulfwryn, I’m sorry.” he was saying, as though the words were reaching her from across Eriador. “Torthann told me what happened at the altar.” 

At his pause, long enough to be leaving space her her own words, she hummed in recognition. It seemed to be enough. 

“It is possibly too much to ask, but I still need your aid if you’re willing to offer it.  The name Skorgrím has surfaced with an elf now taking shelter in Rivendell; but there is still many questions left unattended here and not enough hands to attend to them.” 

Digging herself deeper into the hole that had already lost her the one she had silently cared for. Perhaps this was her to be her punishment and road to penance for turning her back on her post in Gondor to search for her true king. 

So be it. 

As though her head weighed a hundred pounds heavy on her shoulders she forced her eyes back up. Her voice sounded broken and tired to her own ears. “I accept. Tell me where to ride next.” 

If she couldn’t save Amdir then maybe, maybe, she could make up for it. Somehow. Or fall trying. 

[hallothere]

well I anticipate you getting some angsty ones, so for the wellbeing of our guys I'm just gonna sliiiiide 34 (Trust/Comfort/Safety) in here. heck why not a 79 (hugs) and 57 (rescue) while we're at it

T-T-T-TRIPLE COMBOOOOO (34, 79, 57)

(technically in compliance. this one is a little violent and near-death-y with a side of made-up Ranger surgery so. be warnéd)

Baugarch was dead, to begin with.

The warg-father, minion of sorcerers, and fell-guardian of the Blackwolds was finished.

And so was Ningeryn, daughter of Nirondil, Ranger of the Dunedain. She lay under the corpse, still holding one sword in her hand as it pierced the heart of her enemy. The other was lodged in the beast's back. Not enough to have killed it the first time.

It hurt too much to cry properly so she let the tears stream down her face. Her first assignment... and her last. At least she'd done it. At least she'd found the warg, even if she didn't have enough time to track it to its den, or warn Andreg. She was supposed to get backup before she faced the beast in combat. She hadn't had enough time.

The warg was now too heavy to lift. She tried, but she was well and fully pinned. She'd scared birds in the otherwise silent Chetwood when she cried out. It wasn't how she wanted to die, in the silent, empty forest. Alone. She tried to put a brave face on it. At least she'd done a good turn for the people of Combe, Archet, and the surrounding towns. Farmers wouldn't get eaten. Woodsmen neither.

And she'd put down the sorcerer's beast. The minion of the one that took Amdir from them. And Mundol and Toradan. And Reniolind... Reniolind had been her friend, and they'd ensorceled Amdir until he'd been stolen from them completely. Until he couldn't see friend and foe.

The tears came faster now that she thought of her friend. She'd die not far from him, maybe have her name etched next to his. But she'd wanted to live. She'd wanted to avenge him as she could, and keep the lands they'd promised to watch over safe. But she'd lashed out too hotly. Swung her swords with no thought of defense, only destroying the warg that represented everything horrible in Breeland.

Everything became dimmer for a bit. She wasn't sure how much later it had been when a horse whinnied in protest. Boots crunched in the leaf litter and then Baugarch's corpse lurched on top of her. She cried out again. The dead warg rolled into the grass and a blurry face filled up her vision.

"Ningeryn! Hang on. Hang on..." It was Andreg! He'd made it... She never thought anyone would. "You had to go and challenge the beast yourself..."

But the rescue had come too late. She squeezed his arm once and all went dark.

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Ningeryn woke up screaming. She hadn't meant to, but the warg was clawing her again and that had already killed her once. She didn't want to do it again.

"Help her, Amlan!"

But that was Saeradan, and Saeradan would rather die than let her get torn to shreds. Well, if he could help it. And if Amlan was there too, they would be more than a match for some scruffy warg of Angmar.

On instinct she pressed her shoulders and head into the surface she was laying on. Wood. A floor maybe. There were hands on her arms, and she could feel them wavering as if they were actively afraid they'd hurt her. Someone was laying across her legs with equal hesitation. Saeradan needed her not to kick and roll. She would do it- anything- for him.

Ningeryn reached out for a hand and found one quickly. Heedless of the fact that there were bones under the skin, she squeezed it for all she was worth.

"Ningeryn?" It was Amlan this time. Sounding pained. Likely, his were the bones being reduced to dust. "Can you hear me?"

She nodded. It was all the motion she could stand, rigid and tensed against the pain as she was.

"Can you drink something? Saeradan can't stop now, you've lost too much blood. You were asleep before, but now--"

Now she knew. They were trying to save her. Ningeryn had fought to be here, in Bree, in the ranks of the Rangers. She would fight, but not fight Amlan and Saeradan and Andreg. That warg wouldn't kill her twice.

She managed to nod again, and to swallow something sweet and heavy. It went down bitterly, but it stayed down. Saeradan was muttering something soothing as he went to apply a different salve over what she presumed was a section he'd already sewn. Or, just maybe hot lava, as something like liquid flame touched an open cut and she screamed again.

She held Amlan's hand until it went dark once more.

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Next she awoke, she was in the middle of drinking something freezing. She sputtered and that lit a fire in her torso. It was dulled, red embers maybe, but it was still there and it still hurt. The drink had been moved and someone was drying her face with a towel.

"You're safe. You're in Saeradan's house. It's me, Andreg, and you've been asleep for almost a day. Nestadam is on her way from Nen Harn, and she'll be here soon."

Ningeryn didn't respond as gently and eloquently. "Whahappen?" Her mouth felt dry- probably the reason for the offered drink- and she felt like her head was wrapped in wool.

"Do you remember anything? What was the last thing we talked about?"

She wanted to curse his protocol and his probing questions. But, she was still leaned up against him where he'd helped her to drink and she was very comfortable. One arm hugged supportively around her shoulders, the other lost to the void or possibly still holding the towel. Ningeryn was unfortunately familiar with being nursemaided, but it was still a safe feeling. A good feeling.

"I killed it," she said at last, "I killed that warg."

Andreg sighed. "Without backup. What possessed you--"

"Don't rile her up, Andreg." That was Saeradan. All gentle admonishment. "You think she hasn't learned her lesson?"

The hand she could feel tightened around her shoulder. "No, of course not." Not a true retort. Andreg was uncommonly quiet. But she was sure about why now, as she was coming out of the fog. He'd even warned her about it before she left. He couldn't lose another of them so soon. Not after Reniolind.

"I'm fine." Ningeryn said. If she sounded sure enough she might convince them both. "I'm tired, and it does hurt a little, but I'm fine."

"No you're not."

Aha. Two voices in tandem. Ningeryn let herself smile. Oh she was fine now, and she was sure they'd make certain of it.

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

Isena and Isedd?

isena:

isedd:

rohan bros! i suppose technically they were kinda impersonally victimized by saruman, but he very much was responsible for their house getting set on fire. and probably also will be indirectly responsible for their current house getting set on fire (sharkey details pending). isena thinks she's a tank but she's really not. she Would multiclass into brawler tho. she did try to hit gandalf once. they kinda ended up adopting reniolind & co (with alse and the rest of the house). isedd goes in the plinko machine often and isena tries to stab things about it, and then is mad that there are situations she can't stab on her brother's behalf

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

oc-tober 2021 4: medicine with @oc-growth-and-development

[some blood, general descriptions of injuries]

feat. what’s been happening back north while isena and isedd were away

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Alse can only sigh when Adina comes running with the great bear that has been shadowing her since Isena and Isedd left.

“Alse! Alse, someone’s hurt out by the barn!” Adina pants, crashing into the kitchen where Alse sits alone. “I think it’s Reniolind. Amdir didn’t let me get close enough to see, but he didn’t sound good and he didn’t even notice me and-”

“I’ll go see, Adina,” Alse interrupts. They look at the bear sitting patiently outside the door. “I trust you can show me the way?” Amdir shuffles in place and Alse takes it for a yes. “Adina, I need you to go wake Jona and Tam in the meantime. “ They eye the kitchen, cluttered with their sewing, and don’t quite groan. “And clear off the table, if you would. No need to keep it neat this time. Can you do that?” Adina nods solemnly and runs off up the hall. Alse puts on their heaviest coat and follows Amdir.

The night is cold, but mercifully calm, and the only sound is the thin layer of snow crunching under their boots. The Ranger is crumpled against the door of the barn, the snow churned up and dark around him. Adina was right- it is the excessively polite young Ranger. They haven’t seen him in more than a month, even with the growing danger in the Bree-lands (or perhaps because of it).

“Reniolind,” they say, kneeling stiffly. He’s still breathing, at least, barely fogging the air around pale lips made paler in the moonlight. “Reniolind.” They think there’s more than one wound, which doesn’t bode well for him. “Ranger, wake up.” That at least startles him almost-conscious, blinking owlishly up at Alse. “I’m afraid you’ll have to try to stand,” they say. “You’re far too injured to stay out here, and I am too old.” They hold out their hand. “Come now, young man. Up you get.”

In the end they wrestle Reniolind over Amdir’s back and haul him straight in the front door, where Tam and Jon stare, still half asleep, until Alse snaps at them to hurry. The fire is soon built up again and Reniolind is laid out on the kitchen table, Tam peeling his blood-soaked leathers off with unsteady hands. Alse allows themself a moment to lament Isedd’s absence again. At this point, Adina is their best assistant, and she can barely even see what’s happening on the table. She stands by Reniolind’s head and chatters instead, though his teeth are clenched in pain as Alse catalogues and cleans his wounds.

Most will heal with time, but something sharp and none too clean has made a mess of his guts. It’s something of a miracle he’s still alive, much less conscious and staring at them. “Adina,” they say, raising their hands over Reniolind’s stomach. “Watch this carefully.” Perhaps she will have the talent like Isedd did, perhaps not. They will have to see. Pale light fills the room and Alse lets themself get lost in it as they piece Reniolind back together.

When the worst of it is dealt with Alse stumbles back, limbs shaking. I am getting too old for this. It has been a long time since they could hold the healing for long.

Reniolind raises his head to stare at his mostly-mended stomach. “Oh! That’s where Isedd learned it.” Alse pushes him flat on the table again.

“Yes. Now hush, and let me finish.” Jon has set out their more practical supplies and Tam has brought blankets, but they both made themselves scarce at the first opportunity. Only Adina remains, eight years old and unfazed by any of it. She may have seen worse before she came to them; Alse doesn’t know. She has never said anything about that time.

“I’m afraid the rest of your medicine will not be anything so spectacular.”

Reniolind makes a thoughtful sound. “Alright. But the lights were very pretty!” Alse glances at Adina.

“You didn’t give him the tea already, did you?” Adina points at the kettle still hanging over the fire. “Ah. It seems your night may finally be catching up with you, Ranger.” They think of the mess outside the barn, the unmistakable trail they left back to the house. “I just hope it doesn’t catch up with us, too. We’re no warriors here.”

“Mundol will find them,” Reniolind says confidently.

“Find who?” Adina asks.

“Reginald. And his friends.”

“The ones you have to thank for your condition, I assume?” Alse says.

“Yeah. He’s rude. Working for someone else, though.”

“What do-” They cut themself off. “Nevermind that tonight. You said your friend will find him.”

“Yeah. He’s good at finding people.” Reniolind frowns and starts sitting up. “Can’t let him fight them alone- oof.” He doesn’t even need Alse’s help to fall flat again, going dangerously pale and breath rasping in his throat.

“You aren’t going anywhere tonight, young man.”

“Have to get back to Saeradan’s. They’ll be looking for me.”

“Adina, go find Jon and Tam, please. You can barely stand. You wouldn't make it halfway like this. If your friend is as good a trackers as you say, I don’t doubt he will find you here.”

“Have to,” Reniolind mutters. “There’s only a few of us now. We can’t- They’ll worry for me. It was bad enough after Amdir- and we haven’t heard from Halros since he left for the Greenfields again. I can’t-”

“You will only worry them more if they find you nearly dead in the snow,” Alse snaps finally, cutting across Reniolind. They pour the warm water into a prepared cup. They carefully help Reniolind sit up and hold the steaming cup in shaking hands. “Now drink this, and when Adina finds Jon and Tam they will get you to a bed. And stop trying to tell me all your Ranger business! I don’t want your secrets and your brothers won’t care for you sharing them.”

Reniolind reluctantly drinks the tea, and soon Jon and Tam return to help to the nearest empty room- Isena’s, since just after Yule. Alse sits in a chair shoved hastily aside and drinks a different tea before sighing heavily and setting to cleaning the mess.

Adina reappears once, burying herself in a mountain of blankets and tottering back down the hall- to Isena’s room, not her own. Alse shakes their head. At least she’s not likely to sneak out on her own again. They sort the mess that was made of their sewing and go to bed.

The knocking at the front door drags them all from their beds into the morning-cold air far too soon. Adina is the first to the door, flinging it wide despite Jon’s protests and Tam’s indignant shriek as cold wind blasts down the hall.

“The brigands we’ve seen of late wouldn’t bother to knock,” Alse mutters dryly. They wrap a thick robe around themself and shoo Reniolind back into Isena’s room (to no avail).

“Hi!” Adina says brightly. “Are you Mundol?” The man in the doorway- cloaked and armoured and armed much the same as Reniolind- blinks down at her.

“I- yes. I am looking for my brother-”

“He said you would come find him!” Adina takes the Ranger’s hand and drags him inside and halfway down the hall before remembering to order him to remove his snow-covered boots (or to shut the door). Reniolind is already in the hall, leaning heavily on the wall and inching closer as Mundol obediently unlaces his boots under Adina’s supervision.

“Alright. Boots off. My brother-”

“Is right here.” Mundol leaps up at the sound and runs to Reniolind, hugging him tightly until he has to pull away, pressing a hand to his injured stomach.

“We’ve been looking for you since first light,” Mundol says gruffly. “When I found your trail I feared the worst.” Reniolind looks away guiltily.

“It was a near thing,” Alse says. Both men start as if they had forgotten they had an audience. “And he is still in no condition to get back to whatever it was that brought him here in the first place.” Reniolind winces at their pronouncement.

Mundol ducks himself under Reniolind’s arm and hides his anxiety poorly as he turns to Alse. “Thank you for helping him.” The earnestness in his voice strikes them.

“Of course,” they say, gentler than they intended.

“We’ll be out of your way as soon as we get our boots on,” Reniolind adds.

Alse hesitates. “It’s Adina you should thank. She was the one who found you.” And at this rate she’ll never learn to avoid the Rangers… She is, in fact, inspecting one of Reniolind’s arrows right now. Well, there are worse ways to end up. They let out a long breath. “You can stay here until you are well enough to rejoin your brothers.” They ignore Jon and Tam’s startlement and Adina’s delighted gasp. “We can’t have you running off barely healed.”

“Are you sure?” Reniolind says. “I know you’re not fond of us, and now more than ever, letting Rangers stay might- it’s dangerous.”

“Well, that much is hardly news. Even like that I reckon you could make a good accounting of yourself in a fight. But no one who has come here seeking safety has been forced to leave before they were ready. And someone has to show Adina how not to hurt herself on those.” Reniolind’s eyes find Adina, his arrow in hand and go wide.

“Hey-”

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

oc-tober 2021, day 10: wish with @oc-growth-and-development

it’s bregelian! not one of my pcs (or ocs that sprouted directly related to pcs) but i like her so.

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Bregelian runs her thumb over the chipped rim of the old coin and kneels at the edge of the water, on the northern edge of the island and far from anyone who might be looking for her. Whatever had once been stamped on its face is long since worn away. Does it date from the days of Arthedain? Arnor? Númenor? Astiul may have told her, rambling aimlessly while nervous hands rearranged shards of old masonry he had already sorted and catalogued. If he did, she had not heard it, lost in her own worries until Orchalwë had come to sit with them with a handful of old coins he had fished out of one of the broken reflecting pools in the city.

“People used to throw coins into the water on clear nights,” he had said. “And make wishes on them. The Blue Lady would gather the ones that made it to the lake, and grant the wishes she found worthy.” Most of the coins he had gathered were in the leaky wooden box, but he had chosen one for Astiul and one for Bregelian and pressed them firmly into their hands.

“I know isn’t night,” Bregelian says to the gentle waves of the lake. “But I will be leading my patrol back east this morning. I don’t…” I don’t know if you grant wishes, or if you ever have. I don’t know if you still hear us, or heed us if you do. 

I don’t know if you are real. Calenglad says he has met you, and Lothrandir has always believed, but I have never found it so easy. She tries, though.

“I do not know if you have any power there, in Angmar, but if you do, please, watch out for my brother?” She presses the coin to her lips. Braigiar had believed in their mission, in Captain Golodir, and she had never gainsaid him even when she listened to the old stories and shuddered. “It has been nearly a year, and no word at all has come back. We had hoped the latest messenger from Esteldín would have news, but still nothing. People have begun calling them the Lost Company, but I don’t think they are.” She takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Astiul’s older brother went, too. I know he is afraid Reniolind will try to go after Linchar, as soon as his training is done.” Neither of them would want that for their youngest brother. She looks at the sun. Her patrol will be looking for her soon.

“It isn’t much for a wish, I suppose, but it is all I have.” She tosses the coin into the lake and watches the ripples spread. He won’t even know I was made a captain. She sighs and stands, ignoring the mud soaking her trousers at the knee and goes to gather her company.

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

@poet-tree-lines ​ said “who’s siblings who’s siblings”

naturally i forgot half of them as soon as i tried to list them, so this is not an exhaustive collection. however!

astiul is reniolind’s older brother. they have a third brother, the oldest, who went to angmar and isn’t coming back (ren wasn’t even set to be a ranger yet when he left)

celairen (not related to celairant!) is lothrandir’s younger cousin. has been thinking about following him to forochel

langlas and techeron are brothers

braigiar, his older sister bregelian, and thoriel (not technically related but close to them) have beef with the steadfast sisters; no one really knows what it’s about

lorniel is an only child But she always had a little crowd of best friends when she was young, corunir and lunathron the closest of them

corunir has a twin sister! her name is coruneth [i’m straying out of actual lotro characters by now but whatever]; she has a daughter named serniel, who was about twelve when the angmar crew left. they also have a younger brother, mistanir. corunir is the only one of the three of them to have become a ranger, though coruneth may have been best suited to it temperamentally

golodir had an older brother, but they were estranged even before angmar

elegys, golodir’s wife, was calenglad’s niece

andreg and amlan are cousins; their mothers are sisters. it’s a large part of why they’re often stationed near each other

that’s all i got atm; probably have more notes scattered around tho

'this guy doesn't have any real backstory so I'm gonna make some up' really just means 'i'm giving them siblings now' huh

[mighty-mando]

I have been grieving about Amdir for 15 years

Have you ever drawn Amdir, Toradan, Mundol, or Reniolind before? (Not saying you have to draw all four of them), I just finished replaying the Bree prologue in lotro and now I’m sad about them again.

would you like to be sad about them an additional time