Defender of HappinessBeriadan = Defender of Men
Alassëa = Happy
Beriadan absently wove a wreath of fragrant green pine needles as they sat by the fire. His eyes scanned the surrounding wood for danger, ever aware of the charge under his protection. The King's daughter, princess Alassëa. He couldn't help himself but smirk, however, as he glanced her way. She didn't look much like a princess at the moment; clad in deerskin breeches, riding boots, a long tunic with hooded capelet, her curls windblown from riding, and the smell of wood smoke about them both.
Of course none of this took away from her beauty; Alassëa remained ever the same fair elleth whether in courtly garb at her father's side, or leather-clad and stained with the blood of a freshly cut deer. He considered himself honored to have the privilege of seeing her in both circumstances, as her guardian.
As a knight in the King's elven army, Beriadan had fought in many battles since the war against Morgoth began ages before. In a recent