Race: Elf - Sindar
Height: 6'5
Age: uncertain; born near the end of the first age
Family: Beleg Cuthalion (the Strongbow), father (deceased--?); Eruntalle, mother (traveled to the Havens); Findley the Petty Dwarf and Mablung, family friends
Animals: none
Weapons: a bladed bow, similar to his father's; an elven sword, a lyre (?)

Personality: quiet, gentle, patient, and seemingly docile; he takes after his mother very much in personality, but has his father's very dormant but lethal temper. A nickname given to him by his extended family and close friends is "Laer-dinen," which means "silent song", as he usually sings more than he speaks. When he does speak, it is usually with great importance- or something simple and childlike. Isilion is also a strict pacifist; he will only concede to fight if it is the last possible option. He is reluctant to leave what he knows; has a definite sense of good and wrong and is very troubled when he experiences things that challenge them; also has a temper that is difficult to bring about, yet even harder to calm down; also has a low level of confidence in himself as a warrior in battle.

Appearance: Isilion looks very much like his father: tall, slender, handsome. But, as part of his namesake, he has silver hair and bright grey-blue eyes, which calls a bit more attention to himself than he wishes. During travel, he wears a simple, elegant silk garments - silver - underneath a royal blue velvet tunic and darker breeches; his boots are leather. Although he bears no armor, the only remotely battle-related pieces he wears are plain vambraces on his forearms, as most archers would wear. He also dons a very dark cloak. But most of the time he wears blue and silver toned robes. For a nice, appropriate picture of Isilion, click >>>here.

History:

Isilion, which means “son of the moon” (sorta), was conceived and born underneath the moonlight. He grew happily and quietly under the tutelage of his father the mighty warrior and his mother the gentle healer, becoming verygood friends with Himeleth, the daughter of one of his father’s fellow marchwardens. Soon in life he decided he enjoyed singing more than speaking, and was so named Laer-dinen. He was ready and well on the path of becoming a tried and true marchwarden of Doriath like his father — yet his fate and destiny seemed to shatter as he learned of his father’s death by the hand of Turin Turambar. Soon after a long bout of grief and anger, he chose the life of a pacifist, leaving the path of the warrior and going the opposite way. Among the older Sindar he was (and still is) called “Neithan Thenin”, meaning “the one truly wronged,” as he lost his father at a young age.

Isilion remained in Doriath for a time, living in the halls of the Lord Thingol and Lady Melian, learning from his mother Eruntalle the ways of a healer, and growing closer with the lady Himeleth. Soon afterwards, Eruntalle, filled with bitter grief upon losing her husband, left for the Grey Havens. Isilion decided to stay in Doriath and tend to the wounded or the sick that entered Doriath each day, and so he remained, until the downfall of Doriath, the death of Lord Thingol, and the departure of Lady Melian. He fled to the Havens under the trust of Lord Cirdan, and soon joined with Eruntalle again, waiting with her under the hope that perhaps someday the Strongbow would return to them there, or perhaps to the Undying Lands.

Yet as time passed and his father never returned, Isilion begins to have dreams and visions, ones strong enough that cause him to leave the Havens, and to wander the new lands that make up Middle-Earth, often traveling paths once trodden by his father. He soon happens upon Rivendell, and stays there for a time, offering his skills as a healer, assisting Lord Elrond. He soon gains much respect and admiration as it is learned he is the son of the Strongbow. And…as he spends his time quietly in Middle Earth, he begins to think that perhaps his father met a different fate than the one he thought…

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