A crafter? A ranger in training?
At the brink of adulthood
Daughter of Merenor (a bard and herald of sorts) and Thurinel a lady of pure heritage. Her parents marriage was an arranged one. They had no children, growing old and long past their prime until Narnonnen was born to them. At the day of her birth her father mysteriously disappeared never to be seen or heard of again. That would be less than 30 years ago now.
Currently wearing Hutin's spare pair of boots which she embellished to match the rest of her attire.
She can be found in the North Downs around the secret Dunedain havens.
She would be quick to name as enemies the enemies of her People, but she has yet to find out what an enemy really means.
The Wonder of Creation, Beauty in all things, music and poetry, inspiration, honor, winning, feeling proud, the story of Feanor , her mother and (last but not less by any means) Herself
Her People's downfall, having to hide, poverty, defeat, feeling inferior
To build beautiful things for her People that would be worthy of legend
What was your name again? Is this how we die? (to Luinor)