Frethefare

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Name: Frethefare

Breed: Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Skill: Archer. Does some basic healing, too.

Mount?: Beautiful white Arabian mare named Imp.

WOC: Elegant bow carved by the elves. Intricate details of leaves and branches woven into the wood. A quiver of arrows that magically replenishes, so it never runs out. Also, a small but powerful dagger sits at her hip in a brown leaf-shaped sheath. It was made by the blacksmith of Rohan as a gift.

COB: Rhovanion

Appearance: White-blonde hair down to her waist frames an oval face of fair skin. Her eyes are an odd green, almost brown. Her ears are pointed to the extreme, more-so than other elves. So pointed, in fact, it would be impossible to hide them. Her top is a pink and white wrap made of thick leather. The collar stretches up almost to her chin, and there are no sleeves; instead there are wristbands that reach up to her elbows. She has a matching skirt that sits on her hips, leaving her entire abdomen bare for creamy skin. The belt she wears is magically enhanced by the elves, with delicate designs and a matching pink color. She has slender fingers and dainty feet, and she runs with high speeds and a high stamina to match.

Personality: Frethefare is stubborn at the best of times, and downright unconvertible at others. She is cunning and intuitive, noticing the small details of anyone's emotions and being able to fill in the blanks. She is humble, yet proud of her heritage and willing to defend it at all costs. She is brave, matching her stubbornness and refusing to back down from a fight. She is strong, and she has the brains to go with it. She has strength of both body and mind, and also heart and soul. She has a tendency to absorb her surroundings and not talk much, but that doesn't mean she isn't listening. As a matter of fact, people must be careful around her because she is always listening, and remembers almost everything she hears. She is trustworthy and honest to top it off.

History: Frethefare's mother was named Leantealem, a close and trusted servant of Galadriel. Her father was a hardy elf from Rivendell, and because of their different professions they did not spend much time together. Frethefare only saw her father when Galadriel needed to do business in Rivendell, and even then sometimes he would not show. Her mother was a proud and quiet woman, and Frethefare could never get anything out of her. It was a complicated life, to say the least.

When she turned 14, she started getting restless. She needed to see something other than Mirkwood, her birthplace. Galadriel, during a private meeting in the sitting room of Frethefare's home while she was upstairs, told her mother that it was time to let her go. The next morning, Frethefare was given her first horse and sent on her way. She acquired a special bow and arrow ensemble when she visited her father in Rivendell, and also pieces of intricate armor from her half-brother, Sgaile. He wished her luck, and she set off on Imp, her Arabian mare.

She did not settle down again until she had seen almost all of middle-earth. She avoided Mordor and Gondor, but she spent a lot of time in Rohan and even a few months in Bree and a day or two in the Shire. Bree became her new home, the Prancing Pony her nightly residence. She often travels to Rohan and visits the royal stables and town center, conversing with the locals. It isn't often elves come to Rohan, so she is often a treat for the eye. She has only fought once, and she took down a small handful of goblins who were raiding a camp.

Anything Extra: Half-brother named Sgaile. Lives in Bree, spends a lot of time in Rohan.