Loth-i-Lonnath

Loth-i-Lonnath is a rank 10 Elven kinship on the Laurelin server based in the Grey Havens of Lindon.

Our emphasis is on purposeful immersive roleplay. We portray the elves of the Third Age with the grace, joy and song that is characteristic of those evoked in the books.

Loth-i-Lonnath is an attempt to open a window on the breadth of Elven society, illustrating the relationship of interdependence between those who defend the folk of Lindon, and the locals themselves. This offers a range of immersion and activity, from acting in a martial unit tasked with maintaining an effective defence against any threats to the safety of the Elven lands of western Eriador, to playing one of the residents of Falathlorn - bakers, crafters, woodsmen, boatmen, bards - going about their daily affairs.

The martial body is known as the Mithdirith, or Grey Watch. Originally from Mithlond and stationed temporarily in the North Lhun region to patrol the road to Rivendell, they are now permanently quartered near Duillond and have thus recruit from the local area.

The rest of the “Flower” of the Havens are the most important part...the very folk that are being protected. They are the life of Lindon...the Falathrim and folk of other kindreds who have sought out sanctuary from further afield in preparation for sailing to the uttermost west. Some are weary, others find they still have a sense of adventure, some feel they are drawn to serve alongside the other wardens for the defence of all. Some....just enjoy sitting by the river, strumming their harp and sipping wine. The havens are full of many different kinds of folk, oft with a tale or two to be told - and ever is there to be found some new festival or event to celebrate the joy of life!

With the mustering of the Edhil of Lindon for the War of the Last Alliance, a great and numerous host descended upon the Haven of Mithlond: Falathrim of Harlindon, loyal to Círdan, and Edhil of Forlindon, in the train of Gil-galad. All were a sight wondrous to behold, and the countless banners and pennants of their houses fluttered above their camps, kissed by a fragrant wind borne of Aman.

Among the force gathered from Harlindon, a number of the noble houses and their retinues were determined to march as one body: the pride of the Falathrim. Thus, sparkling and bright with their silver helms, swords and spears, the warriors of these houses joined the great host as it began its long way East towards the distant Hithaeglir.

As they marched through Arthedain, bound for Amon Sûl, those who watched them pass were amazed; for being Lindar, that part of the host was ever resounding with song and music. They sang as they marched through those lands, and their voices rang with hope and light, and shadows fled before them.

An anthem was woven as they set out, a song bound with words of valour, hope and determination. They sang of the Loth-i-Lonnath:



When other kindreds heard their songful approach, they would cry out "Here comes the Flower of the Havens!" The Falathrim welcomed the appellation, and the Loth-i-Lonnath adopted as their emblem the Uilos flower, wreathed with Oiolairë. When the host paused for a time at Imladris, many wrought such symbols to decorate their shields, and articles such as cloak brooches and other jewellery. Thus equipped, they fought shoulder to shoulder in the battles that awaited them in the east. Many never returned to the peaceful havens from whence they came, but they were remembered ever after by the songs they sang during those fateful years. Since then, their numbers have diminished, and that glorious flowering of Edhil is now little more than a memory...



What then has become of those folk that did return to their beloved Lindon? How does the Flower of the Havens appear at the end of the Third Age?



In summary, there are as many different answers as there are Elves dwelling in Falathlorn. Each carries within them their own tales and motivations.

What stories might YOUR elf tell? What part will their thread play in the weaving of Falathlorn's rich social tapestry?