Name Yllfa
Mid thirties
Bancross, Kingstead
Outward Appearance

Yllfa (She-wolf) appears to be somewhere in her mid thirties. She still looks fresh of face and clear of eye, but there are a few fine lines at the edges of those calm blue eyes, and a few strands of white in her flaxen hair. Open and honest of expression, her skin is lightly sun-kissed from time spent outdoors and, apart from in winter, there is a small sprinkling of freckles on her nose.


She is strong spirited, though quiet and polite of manner. Obviously she is someone who has worked in the fields for many years, and is so is reasonably strong of arm as well. Of an average height for a woman of the Mark, Yllfa carries herself with a  steady confidence in her abilities. Her voice is rich, her words measured and thoughtful. She has a Kingstead accent with a hint of somewhere more northerly. 


Yllfa usually carries a staff as her main means of defense. She dresses in plain and simple robes, usually of muted, earthy colours. Her cloak is typically green. She often wears an amber necklace with a small wolf's head pendent around her neck, gifted to her by Waelden, and more recently a thin, silver linked chain with a very special meaning, from Ethel, about her wrist. She has a small linen bag containing a smaller polished white rock, also about that wrist most recently of all. This later is a reminder from her friend, Duncadda.


Her horse, a dappled mare named Wynn, has been with her from a foal - the last gift from her grandfather. The two have a close bond. Although Wynn is certainly not a warhorse, she has great endurance and courage.



Credit: The portrait is edited by Waelden from a LOTRO screenshot  taken by him of the character in question. It is used with his permission.

The profile banner is edited by Waelden from a screenshot of the inside of Eomer's House in Edoras in LOTRO  and all due credit for the in-game artwork goes to the creative team of SSG/Turbine



Music. 'Winterwolf' by BrunuhVille

Music Frigg by Mimir's Well

Yllfa was born to Beornherd of Forlaw and Yrsa of Edoras, in her grandparent’s croft close to the capital. 

She was one of twins, surviving while her brother died shortly after birth. Her name came from her tenacity in fighting to live. “We have a little she-wolf here. Long may she win her battles,” her mother had said.

She has no other siblings. 

Her family were farmers, growing crops and keeping some small livestock, mostly chickens and ducks. Her maternal Grandfather, Cenulf, was from a more prosperous merchant family, though he earned their displeasure by forsaking their trade to become a Rider. As the third son the matter was not as serious as it may have been, though Cenulf was something of an outcast from then on despite the position he himself came to hold. Alas, after six years he was involved in a conflict which saw him lose a leg above the knee. Unable to ride well, or be any sort of soldier, he wed Yrsa (the elder), a farmer’s daughter and healer. He was able to purchase a farm of their own to settle down in, rather than rent from a Landowner. Cenulf was quite an influence on Yllfa’s young life, delighting in teaching his granddaughter much of what he knew.

Yllfa was never taught to read or write though, as is the case with many of the Mark. She delighted in memorizing and reciting stories to others, and came to have her own form of coding when she grew a little older. But that is another story.

In her fourteenth year, Beornherd received word of his own parent’s ailing health. There were also disruptive matters caused by Yllfa’s uncle wanting the land made over to him, instead of risking it going to the more favoured Beornheard and Yrsa upon Cenulf’s death. 

With some sadness, Yllfa rode with her parents north, to her father’s old home. She found dwelling in the colder clime more to her liking than she had feared, helping out in the infirmary and learning the skills of a herbalist in earnest from Trewgifu, who also worked there.

One of the more difficult times in Yllfa’s life was to follow. Finding it harder than he hoped to make a living, Beornheard accepted a posting in Stangard. It was not the best of places to take a wife, and a daughter who was nearly full grown. The family’s stay was only to last some months, during which Yllfa was lost for a time. Upon her return, Beornherd gave up his position, seeking to return to a more stable life, that being on a rented farm near Harwick. 

And there the family dwelt. 

Yllfa worked the land alongside her parents. Although she would never consider herself a ‘proper’ healer, she watched ‘proper’ healers whenever she could. She made a study of herbs and leaves and all manner of plants that may be used to benefit others. Keeping more to herself and her study, she did not mix as much as most younger folk and never seemed  overly bothered with finding a husband. There were a few dear friends, and she was always welcome to care for the younger children by them and their parents alike. She told the children her stories, spoke about what plants to avoid, and did a notable job in the braiding of hair. 

Life was simple, but happy for a while. Then in her twentieth year her mother passed from a fever that affected near a third of the town. There was little time to grieve as all who could help were called into action. After that, Yllfa sought to work more in the infirmary when allowed. 

There came a time when merchants from Edoras arrived, bringing with them a dappled filly foal. The foal was a final gift from her grandfather. Cenulf had died, the messenger said, and his son had taken over the farm, though was letting it fall into ruin. But the old man had wished the delight of his later days to have a horse with at least some noble blood. So it was that Yllfa gained Wynn, the last foal sired by Cenulf’s own warhorse. 

For many years she remained in Harwick, but in more recent times, stirrings to find something more to her life led her to travel back to Edoras. Her plan was to work until she could set up her own apothecary there, and to see what, if anything, could be done about her grandparent's small farm. Fate seemed to have other things in store for her though. From a chance meeting, a request for aid in reclaiming the farm, and the choice of a dinner rather than coin, she found herself in an increasingly close relationship with one who actually understood her somewhat unusual nature, and was not afraid. She still works toward her original goals, though since her family farm was burned down, her focus is in Bancross homestead. Yllfa has  finally found love and respect in her home with Waelden, and his (now their) daughter, Ethel. 





Waelden and Ethel, of course. Duncadda, Brynleigh, Gamferth and Northgyth
Her father, Beornherd, is her only living close relative.
Broken bones, fevers, poison.
Waelden and Ethel. Her father, in Harwick. The breeze on her face and wind in her hair. Helping any ill or injured folk.
Cruelty, any suffering that cannot be lessened, the necessary price paid for Rohan's safety.
To maintain a warm and welcoming hearth for her family, and others when possible, against the worst ills of the world.

Yllfa's Adventures

Fighting for Life 6 months 1 week ago
Repeating Events? 6 months 2 weeks ago
Echos of the Past 7 months 1 day ago
The Crow and the Wolf 7 months 3 weeks ago
Of Ethel, and Voices in My Head. 7 months 3 weeks ago
Yllfa's Adventures

Yllfa's Gallery

Yllfa's Gallery