Lóthiel

Lóthiel, (Tel'Uinaen Grey Elf, female, Psion, born 1221 SA)

Of the princess Lóthiel, little need be said, for those who have beheld her remember her long. Quiet she is, and calm as the moonlit sea, yet beneath that stillness runs a mind of rare depth. She is the most mysterious of Aerena and Iraborn's children, for she listens more than she speaks, and her gaze misses no hidden motion of heart or hall. A breath’s pause ever follows her words, as if some distant wisdom whispers to her alone. She is slow to grant her trust, yet once given it is steadfast as stone. Though gentle of voice and fair of form, she is not lightly swayed, and no shadow of fear dims her counsel. Many say there is a light in her, soft and perilous, that marks her as more than a Gold Elf, though she names it seldom. Thus walks Lóthiel, a princess of Dol Amroth: serene, discerning, and ever watchful as though she treads in both the waking world and some far realm of thought.

Lóthiel has long been a steadfast companion to Níniel, eldest daughter of Ithryn and Silmarien. For nearly three centuries their lives have been entwined, not merely as friends but as sisters in all but blood. They were reared beneath the same high boughs and stern expectations, and from their youth they learned to trust one another in silence as much as in speech.

Together they have ridden on perilous errands and walked unmarked paths, often in the company of the other sons and daughters of Ithryn and Iraborn. Among those children there is a bond deeper than shared renown: rivalries tempered by loyalty, differing callings held together by a common purpose. Each bears the weight of an ancient name, yet each has chosen a distinct road—some toward blade and battle, others toward lore, craft, or quiet rule. Where one falters, another stands, and no quarrel has ever broken the circle they keep.

Thus they are spoken of throughout Annûn not only for the power of their lineage, but for the unity they preserve. In council they are keen of mind, in the field relentless, and among their own unguarded and fiercely loyal. Many know their names; few understand the depth of their kinship, forged not by destiny alone, but by long years of shared peril, trust hard-won, and love that has endured beyond the passing of ages.