Dírhael

Dírhael is an elf from Dorwinion. He is played by corso01_.

History
Dírhael's parents were both Avari, and both of Tatyarin blood: but his father was born in the late Years of the Trees in Cuiviénen, and the mother at the beginning of the Second Age in some other place of the Wild Wood. At a certain point, though, the couple moved alongside part of their clan westwards, settling in Mirulond, the capital of Dorwinion, where Dírhael was born in TA 854.

It's unclear if the cause is the blood in the veins of the family, that may have left them connected with the Tatyar who departed for the West and that had become the Noldor, but both Maeron and Dírhael became very skilled smiths: at the age of 21, Dírhael opened his shop on his own, and fastly refined his techniques, forging the armors of the Vintner Guards. At the time when Bladorthin reigned on Dorwinion, he even started to produce the armaments for his knights Order, even becoming a member of it and captain of a division.

Though, there was one thing that he really loved of his country: wine. Red wine was his favorite, and he knew a vintner, friend of his parents, who made the most delicious one he ever tasted, for his vineyards grew at the shadow of tall cypresses, and were surrounded by rose bushes. He often passed at his place days of his youth, and in the end he grew up with a strong desire of producing wine on its own. So, when he had become rich from his job in the city, he bought a small homestead in the countryside, and he started to farm his grapes. The first attempts were everything but good, and he often was at the point of quitting his passion, when one day, walking at the borders of a coppice, he smelled for the first time a heavily inebriating perfume, or to be more precise, two: there were blackberry and currant bushes, quite known berries, that he knew well. But only there he realized what his wine was missing. He planted such bushes at the sides of his vineyards, and his wines were left to brew in chestnut barrels; and the result was the most heady vintage Dorwinion had ever tasted. News of it spread wide, from Lasgalen to the Wild Wood, from Dale to Rhudel, and even the great king Thranduil was among his most addicted customers.