As is the case with most of her kin, none would be able to guess the exact age of this Elf. Merely from her speech and presence, however, one can gather she has seen much.

Blue-grey, bright eyes; long tresses of chestnut hair falling over her slender shoulders; Hithaelin is as fair as the Elves of Imladris come, yet over the years a certain modesty, and the reserved desire to wander the woodlands with naught but her own memories and knowledge as company, might be the reason she remains hidden to most. She is quite tall, and a chin lifted accentuates her long neck, ever a delicate chain around it, with a pendant of a bright gem in a white-gold setting. Upon closer inspection, one can see a ring on the ring finger of her right hand, matching the style of the necklace. It is safe to assume the pieces of jewelry were crafted together, by the same craftsman.

At home, in the Last Homely House, Hithaelin can be seen clad in the finely tailored gowns of her kin - the fabrics delicate, the colours a reminder of a coming dawn. If one would encounter the Elf on the road, she'd be seen in another attire; robes in burgundy, grey or green hues, a staff never far from her side and a sword of an ancient craft on her hip.