About Me
Lathwen Hathwalda
~ Born to Grima Wormtongue of Rohan and an insignificant woman of unknownorigin. Lathwen Hathwalda grew up in the undercurrent of Meduseld. Workinghard as a supposed orphan for her mother had abandoned her as soon as she wasable. Marked by the midwife as unlucky and ill gotten at birth for her criesupon being struck were not cries at all but laughter. Lathwen had neverlaughed again. Beaten and scorned she did all she could to prove herselfuseful in some way.
At the age of fourteen she was given as a servant to wait upon GrimaWormtongue himself in those dark times. Though he recognized her almostimmediately, he said nothing. Too far gone in his own greed and lust forpower to be a true man about anything. However, as more and more unusualhappenings occurred around Lathwen he realized she had the same affinity formagic as he. Teaching her as much as he was willing to waste time on she soonsurpassed his teachings in the brewing of potions and foresight. In spellshowever she tried she did not seem to have the wording right, as a result sheshadowed the men in their daily routines, teaching herself all she could inswordplay. Untried in battle even now, she has no idea whether she learnedanything useful at all. Though she does indeed carry a sword upon her personat all times.
After Grima's banishment and eventual death she found herself unwilling toleave her home. Though unwelcome at any rate she took to the underbelly ofthe palace once more. Doubling as maid and brewer of tonics and other uselessthings for courtly whims.~
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