Duinlaer is not unlike her kin. In fact, she is the epitome of her kind. Skin of alabaster that were she to become completely statuesque, one might certainly mistake her a work of art by a skilled hand. Her name, translated into the words of Men, would be Riversong.

Her brother had perished at the hands of dwarven kind, who wanted the gems he had been saving for her...Surely their greed knows no bounds. Needless to say, her ire towards the short bearded folk has not ebbed. 

With cool green eyes, she wields words instead of blades. Quick of wit and sharp of tongue, many would think twice than to cross her. 

She's taken up the epesse: Silangil. Translated to mean Shining Star.