The Borasvar Cheat Sheet

Since some of you haven’t read the several hundred page long Celsaga (currently a two novella long backstory that’s only gotten up to the beginning of the War of Wrath), behold!  An explanation.

Short Version

Borasvar is Celeveren’s estranged ex-fiancee who just got out of the halls of Mandos a few centuries ago and is currently living in a hut on the beaches of Valinor.

Long Version

Borasvar is a Nandorin elf (one of the green elves of old who lived in the forests of Beleriand) who is fond of forging things.  That is to say, he’s a very weird Nando.  He would claim that he’s not weird at all because metal is natural and fire is natural so metal and fire making things together is natural so what’s the problem?  His character is loosely based around steampunk icons like Tesla and various H. G. Wells characters, and Eol the much maligned ‘dark’ elf; he’s an inventor who likes gadgets and tinkering with them.  He hangs out with dwarves, or did back when he lived in Arda.  Right now, he’s obsessed with electricity because it reminds him of his lady.  He’s a romantic, an intuitive dreamer, and a visionary, but he is not a humanitarian.  He’s more bonded to his steam engine than his family, save a favored few people he finds interestingly made.  It is quite possible that his love for Celeveren, which has lasted three ages of Arda now despite fits and starts on her part, has more to do with the challenge of dealing with her inflexible demand for reason over sentiment and variable temper than any of the normal attractions between lovers.

The Backstory

Borasvar met Celeveren in Gondolin during the first age after the first fall of Menegroth (the one with the dwarves).  Her father tried to set them up on a date during a disastrous Yule dinner.  The disaster had more to do with a horrible fight between Celeveren’s Noldorin and Sindarin relatives.  Borasvar’s cousin was married to Celeveren’s therapist and close friend.  The couple had a son named Sidbron.  Here is a diagram.

I hope that clears all that up.  Um.  Yes.  Moving on.

In the first age following the fall of Gondolin, Celeveren (as legal guardian) and Borasvar (as next of kin) raised Sidbron, who had been severely injured due to a run-in with a Balrog.  It’s complicated.  He had difficulty walking because in my reading of Laws and Customs of the Eldar, even an elf would have problems getting over a severe enough spinal injury.  Anyhow, they all lived relatively happily in Sirion, surviving another kinslaying and the War of Wrath.

Wrath (installment 3 of Cel’s very, very long backstory) covers this period of time in which Sidbron is a young adult elf and Celeveren and Borasvar are engaging in a long distance friendish courtshipish type thing.  They are masters of the friend zone.  Anything labeled ‘Wrath’ takes place during the end of the first age.

When the War of Wrath destroyed Beleriand, Sidbron sailed to Valinor under circumstances yet to be revealed, but Celeveren and Borasvar both moved West to become founding members of the settlement that became Eregion.  They became engaged to be married and all seemed well until they quarreled over the increasingly radical turn Celeveren’s research and politics were taking.  She sided with Celebrimor and Annatar against Celeborn and Galadriel, vocally backed the forging of the rings, and crossed a few ethical boundaries in search of cures for various hereditary mortal diseases.  She also became known for developing biological weapons, though she never intended them to be used for such purposes.  Mostly.

Borasvar saw the potential for destruction in Celeveren’s inventions that she could not see, and pointed out the warning signs that she willfully ignored.  He delivered an ultimatum, she threw his ring back in his face, and it seemed that the relationship had come to an end.

Then history happened.  In the confusion surrounding the fall of Eregion, an effort was made to capture Celeveren, whose innovations had been twisted to darker uses by Sauron when she wasn’t paying attention.  She narrowly escaped when Borasvar returned to warn her.  She incinerated her books and laboratory and fled, Sauron’s minions hot on her heels.  Borasvar took an arrow meant for her and was struck by a poison fueled by a serum she had invented to slow the dosing of medication in dwarves.  He died in agony a week later, and Celeveren didn’t practice medicine again until the Third Age.

This brings us up to date.  Celeveren finally got up the courage to send a letter to Valinor about a year or so ago apologizing for killing Borasvar, among other things.  It arrived not a moment too soon.  Borasvar, out of Mandos and lacking direction, was engaged and had given up on his former passion for inventing (or anything at all that reminded him of Celeveren).  He isn’t engaged anymore.

Since that point, I have taken the liberty of allowing this set of very old elves, one of whom is a trained healer and …empath? telepath?  healerpath?  Whatever.  Laws-and-Customs-of-the-Eldar-path.  As I was saying, I’ve taken the liberty of allowing them some ambiguous and limited contact in dreams without saying definitively whether the dreams involve real contact or not.  Borasvar certainly thinks they’re real, Celeveren thinks they’re wishful thinking.  Typical.  Anything that involves two elves and a beach at night is set during the now-time and references current events ingame.

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One Response to The Borasvar Cheat Sheet

  1. amimain says:

    I ask and it appears! This is awesome. Thanks so much!

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