Turuviel of house of Elenol
Scout and huntress
Turuviel is rather young for an Elf. Born and raised in Rivendell chose to travel to Celondim to discover more of the world for a while then tried to step in her family's footsteps joining The Glade Council and, after the disbanding of this one, the house Vaimar.
Turuviel is daughter of the hunter Elerdir of house of Elenol and Arasinya of Lorien. As appearance she resembles her father much. House of Elenol survives in this age in Middle Earth trough Elerdir, his older brother Valdras and Turuviel. Elgost, the twin of Valdras died in battle fighting under the banner of The Glade Council in Trollshaws and his only son Elais fell helping the Dunnadan in Annuminas. Another sister of three -Maladeth her name - left Middle Earth for the undieing lands long ago.
Arasinya, a first age elf, daughter of one of Galadriel's current Ghaladrim Guard that followed across the Sea the Noldorin princess, gave her heart to the young and bold Elerdir, a hunter from a minor Greenwood house, in rather mysterious circumstances of which Turuviel knows more rumors then facts, but certain is her parents were reclusive but happy and their love was sufficient to them ever since..
Other important figures in her life:
Her uncle Valdras was equally a fatherly figure to Turuviel, not having children and enjoying the company of his niece who gladly followed him to discover more of the world.
In house Vanimar she had the surprise to discover that the lord of the Hammer, Veryacano, was the cousin of her mother, this making her sort of his niece. At the moment when she found out of this connection she disliked greatly the lord for his severity and rushed decision that costed the banishing of her dear friend Daelith. Later she needed to trust Veryacano for the attempt to rescue Daelith and she got to know him better, learning to respect and try to understand his way. While she respects his formal and distan way she now cosiders him close family, and even more she tries to live up to the standards that she feels such kinship commends.
Daelith. She still calls him her dearest friend and is revolted hearing anyone badmouthing his memory. She admits that Daelith made many mistakes but states that the good much surpasses the evil he caused and misses him greatly, especially after Cirdamir left her alone for what was supposed to be for a time due to him missing the Sea and his comrades as a Warden of the Havens.
Cirdamir her former fiancee, the one who had her silver ring and her heart. They met first when Cirdamir came to the Glade Council as emmisary of Lothlorien in a attempt to help the old fellowship surpass its darkest hour, but nothing managed to avoid this. They later met in the house of Elrond, when the road of both was leading west and they chose to travel together. She admired much the wisdom of the old warrior and was charmed by his stories. Many other events, sad and happy brought the two closer with time. After her risky attempt to save Daelith, Cirdamir was angered tha she left with no word and both realized that their friendship had changed into more. They exchanged silver rings and promisees. There was much that tends to put often distance between them: the love for Lorien and the Sea for him and of Rivendell and Eregion for her, the call to follow his duty of old as warden of the havens for him and the oath to Vanimar for her, the wisdom of ages Cirdamir lived to see and the fire and rushed decisions of the young Turuviel often makes. But above all there was love and the hope all this will smooth as the far Sea under a calm nights' sky, far in West where no other call than that of peace and joy will be heard. Yet both of them feel that the time has not come yet to search that peace.
...For years she held the the silver ring of Cirdamir and he kept her ring, but love and hope faded as distance and complicated times worked against their union. Rings were returned and each walks his own path now. After a time of solitude she went to seek purpose alongside the defenders in The Ettenmoors that keep safe the Valey of Imladris.
none... or maybe?
injustice and actions without thougth of consequences
going West by a more glorious way than the Sea