Post by Aemornion on Apr 22, 2006 8:52:18 GMT -5
Full Name: Maethor Aemornion, son of Berenion
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Numenorian line - South Dunedain)
Age: 42
Born: 1.(Fourth Age) - South Ithilien
Profession / Titles: Captain of the 1st master battalion of Minas Tirith, Wielder of The Sword of Ecthelion, Captain of the White Tower.
Residance: Minas Tirith, Ithilien, Dol Amroth
Weapons: The sword of Ecthelion, two hunting knives, Elenglos (double edged strong dagger forged by unknown elven smithies long ago. Recieved it as a generous gift from an high-elven lady of the star-born line)
Physical description: 5'10" (180cm), dark-hazel eyes, very short dark hair and slightly tanned skin. Like most Gondorians has a well built frame; stout neck, wide shoulders, strong torso, long legs and powerful arms. Usually is clad in his battle uniform consisting of a mail-shirt that is covered by a sleeveless leather jacket with a symbol of the white tree engraved over the chest, light armor plates fastened on the shoulders, dark breeches, black leather boots and a dark belt strapped around his waist with a forged mithril clip with golden insignia. Also he wears a long and broad black-silver cape pinned with a silver star brooch around the neck and dark-maroon leather wrist straps (vambraces) marked with the white tree of Gondor. On the battlefront is clad in full Gondorian infantry body armor and wears a cold-forged gondorian shield-wing helmet and gauntlets.
Picture:
The portrait done by Silmarwen Idril (Dhodrimme). Once again, I'm forever thankful for making it. Thank you my friend!
History: Aemornion was born one year after the War of the Ring. His father Berenion was a descendent from the Faithful line of Numenor. Berenion was the son of Baranor making him older brother of Beregond of the Guard (the soldier that saved Prince Faramir from the madness of his father, the last ruling steward of Gondor). Aemornion's mother was Gilwen of Dol Amroth who had been also of the noble line. Aemornion lived with his family in South Ithilien near the old Crossroads. The life was peaceful for a moment and he enjoyed every moment with his father who told him many stories from the past. The one of which he was most fond off had been the stories of battles and mighty men of old who held back the darkness from the free lands. The love for lore and the things of old had been build up in him over the years of his life.
It came to pass that when Aemornion was 5 years old the course of his life was set by then mockingly ill fortune. It was that on one foul autumn day when it was raining and it looked like the shadow of Mordor had arisen again above the free lands, that their house was under siege and attacked by a remnant of orcs that still remained hidden in that area. His parents hid him in a small locker room that he could lock from inside. Berenion did sound the gondorian horn for distress that he recived from his brother as a gift. The attack was mighty and soon orcs were in the house. His father managed to slay half of them but he fell after he was shot with 3 arrows. Gilwen also slayed 3 orcs but not even she could hold the fort against them dozen. They captured her, beated her to the ground and at last cutted off one of her breasts and taken her as a slave. Soon after it was known that she perished while fighting them but her body was never recovered.
By some ill fortune Aemornion did see all that happened to his parents because he managed to peek out of the locker room and thats why the burden lays more deep within him. Rescue soon came from Henneth Annun for they heard the gondorian horn blowing but it had been too late. Beregond and his men found Aemornion kneeling in a pool of blood beside his fathers' lifeless body. At first they thought that he was also slain for he did not sob or weep, for only they could see had been tears on his expressionless face and his hands clutching his father as if he doesn't want him to slip away. Beregond fell to his knees at once like an arrow struck him. He wept for the loss of his dear brother. Men under his command also had been in shock for they knew Berenion as a good friend and a dear brother in arms. Many battles they fought together and many songs the enjoyed in times of peace. Unfortunately all that was left had been only memories for these events will never happen again.
It came to pass a good moment when Aemornion realized that nothing will bring his parents back. Then he started also to cry. The crying turned into weeping, and weeping into sobbing. Soon his was struck to the ground that the soldiers had to give him medicine for he had gone pale and cold and had been afraid that his soul might be torn out of him.
After the long and painful funeral where many men and women attended years did pass and Aemornion was grim in mind. He felt a bit better when he was in some company, but as soon as he was alone the pain was on his heart again. Beregond as his uncle did take great care of him and soon he was like a father also to him for Berenion and Beregond had been forever alike in act and mind. Bergil, the true son of Beregond was not envy in any way of his cousin because his father spent sometimes more time with Aemornion then with him, but he knew the burden that Aemornion carries and had strong pity for him.
It was when Aemornion was around 10 years old that he had begun his pondering of the future for he decided one day while looking at Beregond ride back with his men clad in full armor and hearing their voices singing mighty songs of old that he will also become one of the mighty soldiers of Gondor and to ride out and find and kill the orcs that slayed his parents. Revenge was soon building in him.
At an age of 15 he started to train combat skills and his uncle did help him mostly in that for he was a skilled fighter like his brother Berenion. Beregond saw what was forming in Aemornion's mind and that did put sadness into his heart. It came to pass that Aemornion showed exceptional combat skills, eventfully developing his own moves of attack and defense and he became an expert in tactics and archery.
At the age of 20 he started riding out with the 4th infantry battalion and later on with the 14th archery division. Days had been peaceful but still there could be found some resistance, but by some chance not within the group that Aemornion was in. Grimnes was on him like never before for he longed for battle and he knew he was ready to face the foe head on.
It came to pass another few years that he was at the age of 25 when he got the fight of which it had been sung all over Gondor. On a early winter day he went out with the 4th infantry consisting of 10 men as an escort to four dwarves from the Misty mountains that had been heading home from a meeting with king Elessar. Their path went near the remnants of the old black gate that had crumbled years ago.
It was getting cold and it was dusk when they had been attacked from an ambush. Over fifty orcs surrounded their camp. The fight was fierce and 4 men of the 4th had fallen in defense. But the rage that had been kindled in Aemornion at the sight, sound and smell of an orc, the same sense that he felt twenty years ago locked in that locker room, was so fierce that orcs did run from the fire in his eyes for he showed no mercy.
He slayed them numbers beyond count and the last orc that remained alive he killed with such passion and force cutting that wretched creature into three pieces. Steam was rising from his body for he was hot and the cold night had come. A grim smile was on his face as he cleaned the blade and nobody, not even his best friend Othar had the courage or heart to ask him anything that day for the fury that hadn't been seen since king Elessar on that same ground where he fought many years ago was still burning in Aemornion.
As they arrived to the Misty mountains the dwarves praised their saviors and mostly Aemornion for their safe return. They gave them gifts and blessing on their way home. The word was before them and when they arrived to the White City they were received by the king and the Prince of Ithilien in person for never was such a resistance found after the War of the Ring. King Elessar personaly thanked Aemornion in saving the Dwarves for they had been of high importance to the realm of Gondor for they are going to help repair Osgiliath and other cities ravaged in the War of the Ring. Life returned back into Aemornion and he was at full strength of mind and body and this cheered up his uncle and his cousin. He was given a nickname by his fellow comrades which was 'Rananimothar' that in the common tongue means 'White Ronin' for he liked to roam alone through the Free Lands.
Unfotunatley that battle did light a 10 year conflict against the orcs on that front where Aemornion stood guard. Since he had been mostly skilled in that territory Aemornion became the main commander of Gondorian troops in that region. His tactical skill he showed at the age of 35 when the enemy stronghold in Morannon was crushed by a fierce strike straight into the heart of the enemy through its backdoor. Aemornion personally did lead the strike force like he did all battles but unfortunetley casualties had been counted. He also got a near-lethal wound if hadn't it been for a healer-maid who turned out that was the sister of Eldarion, the throne-heir of Gondor, for she ride out to bring news from the battlefront in person to the king.
Peace did return again to Gondor and its boarders and Aemornion was praised for his actions. At the age of 40 the king appointed him as being the chief captain of the powerful, legendary and now mighty 4th infantry consisting of over thirty men which he accepted. He still serves in active duty and is considered as one of the best captains after the sons of the last steward of Gondor and their uncle Imrahil. Not long afterwards at the age of 42 fate brought to him more rewards. For offering his life in sacrifice for the good of Gondor and all the Free Lands as a token he became the new wielder of the sacred sword of Ecthelion. The sword of Ecthelion was a double edged long-sword forged long ago by king Calimehtar in the likes of the Kings' sword itself but was of a lesser lineage. The sword passed on from each generation among the Kings and the Stewards alike as a second sword and was also considered as being the sword of the White City itself. The right to wield it have only those from the same Numenorian lineage as its maker. Since the line of the Stewards was broken and the command over the White Tower was returned to the king himself, Lord Elessar passed the Sword of the White City to Aemornion since he had proven as a worthy bearer and was also from the same lineage as had been the wielders of old. Aemornion was also appointed in serving the duty as the new Captain of the White Tower and the chief 1st Battalion of the White City. The last two titles were never used after the death of Boromir the Brave until now. Many older men who had known both the Fallen Captain and Aemornion compared them alike and rumors had been heard that the spirit of Boromir endured in Middle Earth and found a new bearer for be it chance or fate, Aemornion was born on the same day one year after the fall of the Stewards Firstborn. Each year he can be seen pilgriming to the falls of Rauros where on the slopes of Amon Hen a great statue has been brought up in honor of the Captain that is no more. There Aemornion finds peace for he always looked upon him as a man he desired to become ever after he heard the stories of his great deeds.
Also, every time he gets leave he goes to the mound of his father in Dol Amroth where he wished to be buried. For that was the last thing he asked of Aemornion before he hid him in that locker room many years ago.
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Numenorian line - South Dunedain)
Age: 42
Born: 1.(Fourth Age) - South Ithilien
Profession / Titles: Captain of the 1st master battalion of Minas Tirith, Wielder of The Sword of Ecthelion, Captain of the White Tower.
Residance: Minas Tirith, Ithilien, Dol Amroth
Weapons: The sword of Ecthelion, two hunting knives, Elenglos (double edged strong dagger forged by unknown elven smithies long ago. Recieved it as a generous gift from an high-elven lady of the star-born line)
Physical description: 5'10" (180cm), dark-hazel eyes, very short dark hair and slightly tanned skin. Like most Gondorians has a well built frame; stout neck, wide shoulders, strong torso, long legs and powerful arms. Usually is clad in his battle uniform consisting of a mail-shirt that is covered by a sleeveless leather jacket with a symbol of the white tree engraved over the chest, light armor plates fastened on the shoulders, dark breeches, black leather boots and a dark belt strapped around his waist with a forged mithril clip with golden insignia. Also he wears a long and broad black-silver cape pinned with a silver star brooch around the neck and dark-maroon leather wrist straps (vambraces) marked with the white tree of Gondor. On the battlefront is clad in full Gondorian infantry body armor and wears a cold-forged gondorian shield-wing helmet and gauntlets.
Picture:
The portrait done by Silmarwen Idril (Dhodrimme). Once again, I'm forever thankful for making it. Thank you my friend!
History: Aemornion was born one year after the War of the Ring. His father Berenion was a descendent from the Faithful line of Numenor. Berenion was the son of Baranor making him older brother of Beregond of the Guard (the soldier that saved Prince Faramir from the madness of his father, the last ruling steward of Gondor). Aemornion's mother was Gilwen of Dol Amroth who had been also of the noble line. Aemornion lived with his family in South Ithilien near the old Crossroads. The life was peaceful for a moment and he enjoyed every moment with his father who told him many stories from the past. The one of which he was most fond off had been the stories of battles and mighty men of old who held back the darkness from the free lands. The love for lore and the things of old had been build up in him over the years of his life.
It came to pass that when Aemornion was 5 years old the course of his life was set by then mockingly ill fortune. It was that on one foul autumn day when it was raining and it looked like the shadow of Mordor had arisen again above the free lands, that their house was under siege and attacked by a remnant of orcs that still remained hidden in that area. His parents hid him in a small locker room that he could lock from inside. Berenion did sound the gondorian horn for distress that he recived from his brother as a gift. The attack was mighty and soon orcs were in the house. His father managed to slay half of them but he fell after he was shot with 3 arrows. Gilwen also slayed 3 orcs but not even she could hold the fort against them dozen. They captured her, beated her to the ground and at last cutted off one of her breasts and taken her as a slave. Soon after it was known that she perished while fighting them but her body was never recovered.
By some ill fortune Aemornion did see all that happened to his parents because he managed to peek out of the locker room and thats why the burden lays more deep within him. Rescue soon came from Henneth Annun for they heard the gondorian horn blowing but it had been too late. Beregond and his men found Aemornion kneeling in a pool of blood beside his fathers' lifeless body. At first they thought that he was also slain for he did not sob or weep, for only they could see had been tears on his expressionless face and his hands clutching his father as if he doesn't want him to slip away. Beregond fell to his knees at once like an arrow struck him. He wept for the loss of his dear brother. Men under his command also had been in shock for they knew Berenion as a good friend and a dear brother in arms. Many battles they fought together and many songs the enjoyed in times of peace. Unfortunately all that was left had been only memories for these events will never happen again.
It came to pass a good moment when Aemornion realized that nothing will bring his parents back. Then he started also to cry. The crying turned into weeping, and weeping into sobbing. Soon his was struck to the ground that the soldiers had to give him medicine for he had gone pale and cold and had been afraid that his soul might be torn out of him.
After the long and painful funeral where many men and women attended years did pass and Aemornion was grim in mind. He felt a bit better when he was in some company, but as soon as he was alone the pain was on his heart again. Beregond as his uncle did take great care of him and soon he was like a father also to him for Berenion and Beregond had been forever alike in act and mind. Bergil, the true son of Beregond was not envy in any way of his cousin because his father spent sometimes more time with Aemornion then with him, but he knew the burden that Aemornion carries and had strong pity for him.
It was when Aemornion was around 10 years old that he had begun his pondering of the future for he decided one day while looking at Beregond ride back with his men clad in full armor and hearing their voices singing mighty songs of old that he will also become one of the mighty soldiers of Gondor and to ride out and find and kill the orcs that slayed his parents. Revenge was soon building in him.
At an age of 15 he started to train combat skills and his uncle did help him mostly in that for he was a skilled fighter like his brother Berenion. Beregond saw what was forming in Aemornion's mind and that did put sadness into his heart. It came to pass that Aemornion showed exceptional combat skills, eventfully developing his own moves of attack and defense and he became an expert in tactics and archery.
At the age of 20 he started riding out with the 4th infantry battalion and later on with the 14th archery division. Days had been peaceful but still there could be found some resistance, but by some chance not within the group that Aemornion was in. Grimnes was on him like never before for he longed for battle and he knew he was ready to face the foe head on.
It came to pass another few years that he was at the age of 25 when he got the fight of which it had been sung all over Gondor. On a early winter day he went out with the 4th infantry consisting of 10 men as an escort to four dwarves from the Misty mountains that had been heading home from a meeting with king Elessar. Their path went near the remnants of the old black gate that had crumbled years ago.
It was getting cold and it was dusk when they had been attacked from an ambush. Over fifty orcs surrounded their camp. The fight was fierce and 4 men of the 4th had fallen in defense. But the rage that had been kindled in Aemornion at the sight, sound and smell of an orc, the same sense that he felt twenty years ago locked in that locker room, was so fierce that orcs did run from the fire in his eyes for he showed no mercy.
He slayed them numbers beyond count and the last orc that remained alive he killed with such passion and force cutting that wretched creature into three pieces. Steam was rising from his body for he was hot and the cold night had come. A grim smile was on his face as he cleaned the blade and nobody, not even his best friend Othar had the courage or heart to ask him anything that day for the fury that hadn't been seen since king Elessar on that same ground where he fought many years ago was still burning in Aemornion.
As they arrived to the Misty mountains the dwarves praised their saviors and mostly Aemornion for their safe return. They gave them gifts and blessing on their way home. The word was before them and when they arrived to the White City they were received by the king and the Prince of Ithilien in person for never was such a resistance found after the War of the Ring. King Elessar personaly thanked Aemornion in saving the Dwarves for they had been of high importance to the realm of Gondor for they are going to help repair Osgiliath and other cities ravaged in the War of the Ring. Life returned back into Aemornion and he was at full strength of mind and body and this cheered up his uncle and his cousin. He was given a nickname by his fellow comrades which was 'Rananimothar' that in the common tongue means 'White Ronin' for he liked to roam alone through the Free Lands.
Unfotunatley that battle did light a 10 year conflict against the orcs on that front where Aemornion stood guard. Since he had been mostly skilled in that territory Aemornion became the main commander of Gondorian troops in that region. His tactical skill he showed at the age of 35 when the enemy stronghold in Morannon was crushed by a fierce strike straight into the heart of the enemy through its backdoor. Aemornion personally did lead the strike force like he did all battles but unfortunetley casualties had been counted. He also got a near-lethal wound if hadn't it been for a healer-maid who turned out that was the sister of Eldarion, the throne-heir of Gondor, for she ride out to bring news from the battlefront in person to the king.
Peace did return again to Gondor and its boarders and Aemornion was praised for his actions. At the age of 40 the king appointed him as being the chief captain of the powerful, legendary and now mighty 4th infantry consisting of over thirty men which he accepted. He still serves in active duty and is considered as one of the best captains after the sons of the last steward of Gondor and their uncle Imrahil. Not long afterwards at the age of 42 fate brought to him more rewards. For offering his life in sacrifice for the good of Gondor and all the Free Lands as a token he became the new wielder of the sacred sword of Ecthelion. The sword of Ecthelion was a double edged long-sword forged long ago by king Calimehtar in the likes of the Kings' sword itself but was of a lesser lineage. The sword passed on from each generation among the Kings and the Stewards alike as a second sword and was also considered as being the sword of the White City itself. The right to wield it have only those from the same Numenorian lineage as its maker. Since the line of the Stewards was broken and the command over the White Tower was returned to the king himself, Lord Elessar passed the Sword of the White City to Aemornion since he had proven as a worthy bearer and was also from the same lineage as had been the wielders of old. Aemornion was also appointed in serving the duty as the new Captain of the White Tower and the chief 1st Battalion of the White City. The last two titles were never used after the death of Boromir the Brave until now. Many older men who had known both the Fallen Captain and Aemornion compared them alike and rumors had been heard that the spirit of Boromir endured in Middle Earth and found a new bearer for be it chance or fate, Aemornion was born on the same day one year after the fall of the Stewards Firstborn. Each year he can be seen pilgriming to the falls of Rauros where on the slopes of Amon Hen a great statue has been brought up in honor of the Captain that is no more. There Aemornion finds peace for he always looked upon him as a man he desired to become ever after he heard the stories of his great deeds.
Also, every time he gets leave he goes to the mound of his father in Dol Amroth where he wished to be buried. For that was the last thing he asked of Aemornion before he hid him in that locker room many years ago.
