Dolenril, Elven Scholar [Wbweather]

[silverfoxdmt73]

Here will be a record of the elvish scholar.

[Vardaen]

[Wbweather]

Dolenril, means hidden light in Sindarin. He was born in 2765 in the Woodland Realm to an elven merchant. His early childhood memories were filled with brief glimpses of his father kissing him and his mother goodbye when he would leave on his voyages up the river on his boat loaded with goods from the forest. At the time it would seem ages before his father returned, although now he knew it must have been but mere weeks. Childhood seemed to be the only time he ever really senses the passing of time. Eventually his father would return with casks of wine and other wondrous objects from Esgaroth and Dale. “Someday soon, I will take you with me, Dolenril.” He would promise.


When he was 5 years old, he had his chance to see the world of men. His father was traveling to Dale for an extended period of time, and promised to take young Dolenril and his mother with him. He could still remember that trip up the river. Standing next to his father who was pointing out various landmarks and telling wild tales of the days long before. He remembered his mother holding him and singing softly of a time before the coming of the sun and moon. It was an ancient song she said, from the very dawn of time. He remembered his amazement at the wildly raucous town of the men, so different from the way his people lived in the forest. Most of all, he remembered the coming of the dragon.


Smaug had descended on Dale shortly after they arrived. His father had left the home where they were staying for the day. Dolenril never saw him again. He remembered the screaming and terror stricken voices. It was as if the world was on fire. His mother had slipped him into a boat headed south. He remembered how tightly it had been packed, mostly with frightened and crying children of men. His mother had tried to join him on the boat, but there had been no room. She had asked him to wait for her on the shore and promised she would find him. He had waited too. Waited in the trees near the southern edge of the lake, watching as fire turned the night sky orange. He had waited, watching the boats of refugees streaming south to escape the wrath of the monster. He waited watching every individual who set foot on the shore. His mother had never arrived. Even after the boats quit coming, he waited. Alone and frightened, he had sat for days on the edge of the lake, hiding from the men. He would look for berries to eat, but soon he grew hungry. That was when he was found.


Balwin and Elain, refugees themselves found him half starved, living like an animal at the edge of the lake. They had pity on him, having lost their own son in the devastation of Dale. They took him and cared for him. For a time, they raised him as their own, but eventually the day came when Balwin had decided that a young elf, should live among his own kind. They had brought him to Thranduil’s halls and there they had given him back to the elves. In repayment for their kindness, Thanduil had granted the couple a small stead near the border of the Woodland Realm where they would have protection of the elves. This made Dolenril very happy and he would often visit them, for he loved them greatly. Unfortunately, men live but briefly and wither and die. When Dolenril was scarcely a youth, they had grown old and feeble. It had forever changed him to watch the couple he loved so much grow old and die.


Since his childhood, he had been fond of men. Most of his companions thought him odd. He was ridiculed endlessly and over the years had spent time out in the forest, away from the other elves. He had always been studious and a quick learner, He was especially skilled in the healing arts. So, he had grown into adulthood and though well liked, he never felt at home among his own people. He was kind hearted and caring, but had few close friends.


When the dragon was slain by Bard, he had gone to fight along side of the other elves. When the others returned to their home in the forest, he had stayed. He spent the next several years helping in the restoration of Lake-town and then Dale. He put his skills as a healer to use, tending to the wounded of Esgaroth. Then, when Bard put out a call for aid, he signed up to help the man who had slain the dragon that stole his parents from him.

[Wbweather]

Okay. I need to review the 5e rules, which I don't really have a grasp of, and the Scholar section in AiMe so I can lock down my skills and such.