Mirkwood scout, but currently wandering
While a dedicated subject of the Woodland Realm, Nínimil's lineage is drawn not from the Silvan Elves, but from two parents in the small band of Sindar who followed Oropher eastwards after the War of Wrath. Her hair - her namesake - is enough for most familiar with the differing branches of the Teleri to surmise as much; to others, she is simply another child of the forest. Nínimil herself loves the wooded land of her birth deeply, and uses the woodland tongue with as much comfort as Sindarin, having been immersed in both nearly all her life. She feels a deep loyalty to Thranduil, and has been a scout and warden of the Woodland Realm since the time of his father, having come of age roughly in the middle of his reign.
Following the War of the Last Alliance, and the disaster that befell Oropher's host at Dagorlad, the usually cheerful Nínimil became somewhat more serious and occasionally grim - never brooding, but more prone to silent introspection and distant thought. This behaviour only deepened as the shadow grew greater over Mirkwood, and as her people retreated in the face of it. Vigilance now defines the Elf-maid's sense of self, and she sees her wanderings in the wider context of a duty to protect the beauty of Arda. Nevertheless, she remains to this day a person given to compassion, and will display a good-natured, if usually wry, wit, and never turns down a chance to share the road with those who strive to hold back the darkness.
Nínimil is rarely seen without her bow, either across her back or resting nearby (if not directly on her lap). When travelling, she prefers to dress simply, so as not to draw attention to herself, but when the situation calls for it (or perhaps, whenever the opportunity arises), she has a set of fine clothes and jewelry that she carefully maintains. She is more accepting of the Dwarves than perhaps most from her homeland, occasionally being seen in the company of a befuddling and often grumbling Dwarf, and has even picked up a familiarity with smoking a pipe as a result. She has a deep and obvious love for the sound of singing, as evinced by her occasional habit of cutting someone off mid-sentence to hear the singer more clearly. She is occasionally reserved in speech, though a keen listener, and is sometimes more formal than she intends to be, but rarely (intentionally) displays arrogance or condescension in how she talks to others.
Snow, the stars in the trees, the sound of rushing water, a cup of wine, and creatures great and small
Creatures of darkness, wasteful destruction of nature, the shadow over Mirkwood