ON ARDA, Eönwë was a warrior. He was the Herald of Manwë, he was unmatched in the wielding of weapons and he was the one motherfucker you never wanted to get his hands on a nuclear warhead. The Dagor Dagorath was going to be his finest moment except for certain people stealing his thunder. He resented Túrin for the longest time but there is something about the airless Void that gives a guy a little perspective.
ON ÓRË, Eönwë is a different prospect entirely. He only wants to lead a quiet life, far removed from all the happenings of Ilmarin and Ulmonan and any other Valarin strongholds that might have crept up. Eönwë is considerably more relaxed these days, as he puzzles his way through this strange (and slightly grubby) new world. He's a little neurotic and, somehow, no one ever believes that he's a pacifist now.
In an effort to keep busy and to learn more about these strange Kindred's strange ways, Eönwë has taken up the position of rugby coach at Ossiriand University. Wholesome and utterly non-violent, right?
ON ÓRË, Eönwë is a different prospect entirely. He only wants to lead a quiet life, far removed from all the happenings of Ilmarin and Ulmonan and any other Valarin strongholds that might have crept up. Eönwë is considerably more relaxed these days, as he puzzles his way through this strange (and slightly grubby) new world. He's a little neurotic and, somehow, no one ever believes that he's a pacifist now.
In an effort to keep busy and to learn more about these strange Kindred's strange ways, Eönwë has taken up the position of rugby coach at Ossiriand University. Wholesome and utterly non-violent, right?