Name: Tindomerel Narninore, Daughter of Lord Elrond, Younger Sister of Arwen Undomiel.
Race:
Elven Princess
Age:
2511 (At the time of Bilbo's Farewell feast)
Skills:
Healing powers, master swordswoman, fairly slkilled archer
Personality:
Kind, caring, sweet and gentle. Brave, fearless, deadly. Sad dark, mysterious and beautiful.
Physical Description:
She has dark amber eyes, that would startle any being. Pale, china-like skin that in flawless. She is slender. And she moves as swift and silent as a shadow. Long, raven black hair falls down her back freely.
((Setting is somewhere in the wild land between Weathertop and Rivendell. I'll need Rangers and Elves.))
Tindomerel sat down on a tree stump, resting. She had been walking for a very long time. She was looking for any of the Rangers in the area. She had heard that there was a small group of orcs in the general area that she was in. She didn't know where, but she was hoping that the Rangers had either taken care of them or knew where they were and were tracking them. Her amber eyes scaned the area. She gripped her sword hilt tightly. Ready to draw it. She had a faint idea that someone was coming up the hill.
((Please forgive me if this is horrible, but it's a first try.
))