Aelwen

Woman of fair hair and honey skin, freckled and brushed pink by sunlight’s gentle hand. Every inch an Eorling vision, until her rose red lips would part, rolling syllables betraying the nature of her homeland. 

Gwathuirim, Wild-Woman, maiden of the hills, clad in hide and fur; she sprung forth from the roosts of the Falcon-clan. Down from Tâl Methedras she ventured; through hill and dale took wing. 

At last she built her nest along the Isen’s bank, in a shelter of mist and heavy timber. There she bore a little wolf, and raised, until the day when twigs snapped and feathers singed, when the very mist along the river turned to ash. 

Source: 
Myself