Naruvir was born in the late Third Age, amid the Mallorn-trees of Lothlórien. It is said that the tidings of her birth was stemmed by the reclusive nature of her parents, and not until her 7th birthday became she known among the elves of Caras Galadhon.

She came thither with her mother and many faces beheld her in wonder; her hair was as if kindled with radiant gold; her skin as if touched by silver and her innocent eyes shone bright of emerald. Also, the begetting of a child was seen as a strand of hope and she was received with joy. In Caras Galadhon she remained with her mother for a while. She became known as young joy, as she danced upon the green sward before the feet of the mighty tree of Celeborn and Galadriel, and when she ran swiftly amid the suspended telain amid the crowns of the trees.

Yet this breathing of joy soon did away. The shadows of Mirkwood became more prominent and the threat against Lothlórien was borne anew. In secret, a group of forboding families gathered for the setting out for the mountain passage to Imladris. Their counsel was desperate. Some essayed to seek the counsel of Elrond and therewith prepare for the journey to the West, whereas others sought the safety of the Havens near the seas. Naruvir was thus separated from her parents and sent to the care and counsel of Elrond, where she is known to have abided since.

Naruvir is presently in Duillond. She spends her days there writing poetry and music and she dances and sings. With friends always about her and a sharp tongue that she use all too often, she is a social phenomenon. However there are those who considers her childish, impulsive and obsessed with everyone's attention, which to some extent might not be entirely untrue.