#~/ memories are some of the building blocks of life \~ :: halre

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For: Boromir :: @sonxofxgondor Muse: Halrë Verse: LOTR | AU

if anyone were to ask where they could find Ihain, they would most likely get an answer of "I'm not sure where he is," or "The Mountains possibly." although it would really depend on who was asked, for very few folk actually knew the true location of the old wandering blacksmith. even then, he didn't always stay in contact as few birds could reach his mountainous home.

Halrë didn't know what had brought him to Amon Hen. it wasn't one of his normal places to go but that didn't put him off. sharp hearing caught the sound of a Horn and he followed it quickly, always on alert. taller than most at 7ft5, it wasn't long before the old elf spotted the source of the horn- and the reason behind it. but no one had noticed him yet.

a fact that the Orcs would soon come to regret.

blacksmithing was what most knew Halrë for. yet the two nearly 7ft long swords at his sides weren't for decoration purposes. he just very rarely got involved in fighting, preferring to make weapons instead of using them. being attacked from the back wasn't what the orcs had expected. so it didn't take long for him to reach the Gondorian and the two Hobbits, leaving dead orcs behind him.

"Need a hand?"

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@malkuvoitenoldoran ::

well that was a silly question. the younger elf would never say no to spending time with his King turned friend turned.. something else. he tilted his head with a rarely seen playful smirk and warmth in molten silver eyes as he looked back up at Turgon.

"I..." he paused teasingly, pretending to actually have to think about it. "..would never need liquid courage to spend the night with you, Tur."

"How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Halrë?"

(don't think you need to guess who this is lol | @amid-ice-and-snow)

"None, though perhaps if you wish we could share a nice glass of wine and some conversation first." He would gladly spend the evening and night with the Smith, welcome even the chance at conversation with him. With a teasing smile he looked at Halrë. "What of you? Would you need a little liquid courage to spend the night with me?"

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when Halrë finds his way to Valinor after the Valar call him back from Arda. but only his grandparents, father and niece/nephews know of his arrival.

no one else finds out for he hides away in the mountains and avoids everyone who knows him. especially Turgon.

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"Is glad I'm not part of your crazy family, Turgon." Halrë grins at his King.

@malkuvoitenoldoran

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@antleredthrone | in response to this ::

"Thran, you have more chance of smashing Glorfindel than me." there's a flicker of amusement in his gaze and a wry smile on his lips at the words.

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'of all the-' the 7ft5 blacksmith finally turned and gave him a bland stare. one that.. also had the faintest of amused smiles forming.

"Beleg, I knew about Idril and Tuor before it actually happened. She's my friend but that is it. My own interests lie elsewhere. Now that's dealt with, mind acting like yourself again?"

“ i thought you knew ! ” (Halre)

  Silence fell inside the forge for one very long moment. Then Halrë set down the sword mould that he was cleaning and turned to face the older elf.

  "Beleg. Why would I have known? I'm not good with emotions or people. Being subtle doesn't work on me, it never has and I don't listen to rumours."

@thegreatstrongbow

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:: Turgon | @malkuvoitenoldoran ::

he hadn't intended to return to Valinor. centuries after the last Elf had left the shores of Middle-Earth, a boat landed quietly at the dock. silver eyes scanned the area, so still that none of the Teleri noticed him at first.

when they did, the silent blacksmith had already passed them. his long strides easily taking him to where he was ending, using directions given by Aule.

a gathering. made up of those and their kin who had once followed Lord Fingolfin and his children. his grandparents were there, as were his parents, sister and her children.

it was his grandmother who realised that someone new had arrived. she turned to look and the empty glass in her hand fell to the floor, causing others to look at the doorway. "H..Halrë..."

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@menelvagor asked: My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught. (Haldir and Halre)

he was being watched again. a ever present gaze that came from the far side of the room. and his watcher never changed, although their eyes had narrowed when a drunk Glorfindel had tried hitting on him. Halrë passed the blonde off to Elladan and finally glanced towards Haldir, before heading to the exit. a light hand brushing the younger elf's arm inconspicuously; silently asking him to follow.

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Halrë gave the younger elf a flat look but still answered, his gruff voice quiet and rough in a way that told of it’s disuse. “Still not leaving you behind and they already know.” he had sorted that out before moving to help him. it didn’t actually take the ‘smith long to reach the camp, careful not to jostle Haldir more than necessary.

“Leave a blood trail behind for your enemies to find you…” there was a hidden wariness to his form as the other elves got close. but for Haldir's sake, he didn't back away like he would have normally.

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The warden chuckled softly at the stranger's words, wincing softly as he is lifted up. "Trust me, I am not some young, unseasoned warrior, friend. I have seen my time in battle...I know it would be more a tactical advantage if you ran ahead to warn the others...my brothers included." Haldir sucked in a deep breath as he placed his hand against the wound to his side to try and stem the bleeding.

"I could fight longer. Take to the trees, even..."

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@malkuvoitenoldoran :: turgon | reply to this ::

a rarely seen smile crossed Halrë's features as he listened to the other’s own worries. while his normally blank gaze held a mix of warmth and fond amusement. “The day I start finding you tedious will be the day I give into the Dwarves and move to Eregion. It won’t happen. Turgon… that was never going to be an issue for me. I’ve been around you long enough to know what your duties should be and what people actually ask of you.”

the quiet blacksmith tightened his hold on Turgon’s hand, just listening as he spoke. although he never liked remembering the Ice, it was also a major part of his childhood years and one that affected him even now. “Touching you back then was the last time I ever felt warm, until now. Halfway across the ice, I got chilled and never got warm again. It’s the reason why my forge is always at the hottest it can go, just so I can actually feel something.” he replied softly.

Halrë tilted his head slightly, unused to having his King’s full attention on him. he was silent as the other elf spoke, silver eyes dropping to focus on their joined hands after a few minutes. there was some sort of relief in finding out the cause for part of his issues- and that it wasn’t due to him being defective like his sister kept saying. yet… he let go gently and rested his hands on his knees, retreating into that always cold world of his. “They still think that, even if you two weren’t actually soulmates, Tur. Idril is older than I am.”

“Why would you even want someone like me as your soulmate after-“ the younger elf didn’t look back up, focusing on his scarred hands when words failed him. but the lone tear that fell said more about his unspoken insecurities than words ever could.

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recently tools, jewellery and small wooden toys had started to appear in some of the markets on Valinor. there was nothing to recognise who created them, except for a small hidden yinyang symbol; which only those from Gondolin would know. but the silent blacksmith was still on Arda- or so many thought.

for only his grandparents and father knew that Halrë had been called back by the Valar just under a year ago. yet he was hiding up in the mountains, avoiding those who once knew him and only appearing when he absolutely needed to. not wishing to disrupt anyone's life, including that of his King and former partner.

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“Leave me here. I’m just slowing you down.” // your choice of finduilas (reborn au) or haldir

“No.” his quiet response was gruff and straight to the point. the old blacksmith had never been one of speaking much and that trait hadn’t changed since losing his memories. he crouched and easily lifted the injured Lothlorien marchwarden without any effort, since he weighed less than his swords. "Haven't left anyone behind since Gondolin fell. Not starting now.

@notyetfixed

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the younger elf leaned against the wall, shifting his gaze to land on his friend. silver eyes thoughtful. "Not everyone understands because many are happy settled within the cities while for others, it is all they have ever known."

"My insane sister's trying to marry me off to someone in Himring."

// Have a annoyed Halre

“Himring is a bit chilly for my tastes.” Beleg leaned back in his chair, not sure what to make of the statement. “What’s she trying to marry you off for, anyway? What’s the point?”

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Halrë Vatari

Halrë only ever knew Gondolin as he was too young to remember much about his actual home, despite having been born in Aman. His family came from a line of Blacksmiths/Weapon-crafters but they were secretive and often known as mysterious, for they tended to work alone. After losing all of his family through the years, he became more isolated out of his work, only really interacting with Turgon and Glorfindel.

A wanderer by nature, he returned from his travels at the request of his King to help primarily with the weapons for the Last Alliance. Not many actually knew what his true name was, for he went only by Ihain. Although he preferred working in the forges, Halrë was a dual sword user and his height meant that he often saw attackers long before they actually saw him.

“Sometimes being yourself is more difficult than expected, especially with no memories.”

After Sauron’s defeat, no one saw him again and it was often thought that he had died in battle like so many others. That was proven wrong in T.A. 830 when he was found near the Grey Havens with amnesia and nothing but the tools of a blacksmith on him. It was also documented by the healers that when asked what he remembered, Halrë could only shrug and say that all he recalled was fighting, gate of hell (Black Gate), an alliance of Men and Elves, before pain and just nothing afterwards.

Although Cirdan recognised him, his name was lost to time and his own lack of memories. He couldn’t exactly go around being called Ihain though, so in recognition of many thinking that he was just a ghost at first, the Grey Haven elves called him Ferne.

Basic

TRUE NAME Halrë Vatari

MEANING/S Halla = Tall | Rë = Wanderer | Varne = wild | Tary* = crafter

NICKNAMES lhain = Free in old Noldorin | Half feral blacksmith

ALIAS Ferne Olorel - due to amnesia

AGE Not known precisely but younger then Glorfindel

DATE OF BIRTH Evening before the Trees were destroyed

PLACE OF BIRTH Aman

RACE Elf | Noldor

GENDER & PRONOUNS Male | He/him

ORIENTATION Demi

THREAT LEVEL Isn’t one to annoy.

Physical

HEIGHT 7ft5

WEIGHT It tends to fluctuate depending on how long he’s been in his workshop and has forgotten to eat.

EYE COLOUR Slate grey at first | But over time, his eyes started to reflect and eventually became the colour of silver.

HAIR COLOUR Midnight black with random streaks of white | Straight & falls to his waist when loose. Generally tied back so he can see what he’s doing in the forge.

DOMINANT HAND Right

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES His height is what people notice first. Then his eyes.

SCAR(S) Various little scars & burn marks due to being a blacksmith. Scar running across his chest from right shoulder to left hip. Multitude of different sized scars across his back, gained during the years he was thought to be dead.

Background & Misc

HOMETOWN Gondolin | The only true home he would ever have

CURRENT RESIDENCE The road

LANGUAGE(S) Westron, Sindarin & sign language

PAST RELATIONSHIP Kirya Ilmalire | mother to the twins & his partner from T.A 1000 until her death in T.A 2971

CHILD(REN) Taenil Ilmalire & Teldran Ilmakalle (Twins)

ANIMAL COMPANION White mountain wolf | He saved it as a cub & it followed him ever since.

CRAFT: Blacksmith | Family heritage

HOBBIES Travelling, teaching, sketching, Whittling wooden figures and flutes

ELEMENT Earth

MAIN WEAPONS Two nearly 7ft swords

SECONDARY WEAPONS Knives and daggers

Personality

MORAL ALIGNMENT Neutral | more Dark then Light but rarely shows it

TEMPERAMENT Patient, calm, natural peacekeeper although rather isolated | Taenil has his temperament

ANGER Much like a hurricane | Slow to build but you’d better hide once he hits his limit

LIKES Wandering, seeing his sons, camping under the stars, visiting the Longbeard Dwarves & helping with children

DISLIKES People being silly near the forges, his lack of memories, being disturbed whilst he’s working on a project & slave traders.

QUIRKS Hides unusually well in the shadows for someone of his height

DRINKS Rarely | Isn’t that fond of alcohol.

SELF DESTRUCTIVE? No. Unless you count forgetting to eat and sleep while working on projects | Would prefer to put himself in danger than others

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For: Turgon :: @malkuvoitenoldoran Muse: Halrë Place: Gondolin

Halrë didn't remember the last time he felt so confused, that it was making him feel restless. well, no. that was a lie; he'd been like this just after his Grandfather and parents had passed. but it had eased with help from his two closest friends, his trips and blacksmith work.

this time though, part of the confusion was due to one of his closest friends and King. the other part.. was the opened envelope currently lying on his kitchen table. he had given it a cursory read when he first opened it and promptly left it alone to deal with later.

although later didn't come. Glorfindel ducked his head inside at some point during the day and returned to Turgon with a amused smile. "Halrë's not coming. He's... dealing with something."

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For: Open | Can be specified if asked Muse: Halrë Vatari

Halrë was almost two weeks late.

he was NEVER this late, not without sending a note with the reason why. it was the one order given by his King that had been non-negotiable and until now, had never been ignored. with the winter storms fast approaching, not many elves had the ability to traverse the Echoriad Range in that weather.

even though many of the Gondolindrim didn't like the mute blacksmith, concern was growing as he was one of their main plant gatherers. and it was to gather much needed medical herbs before some of the higher valleys became impassable, which is why Halrë had gone. for he knew the paths better than most.

worried glances were passed among the gate guards when the Great Eagles carefully dropped two very familiar, bloodstained swords at their feet. blades that very few had either the height or strength needed to lift. to have them brought back without any sign of the elf they were usually attached to, wasn't a welcome sight.

it was also news that quickly spread throughout Gondolin, which the guards had tried to prevent. Halrë was missing.