Merry and unwearying of dancing beneath the trees of Imladris, Liltare Gelilthor is one of those elves that dwarves would probably find quite silly at first glance. Yet she is a skilled smith, and formidable with a spear, and has a joyous delight in exploring the lands around Imladris, riding beneath the starlight.

She was born in FA 309 in Nargothrond, and learned smith craft alongside the people of Bëor, teaching them as her skills grew. Her mother name was Liltare, and her father name Vorondiel.

She fought in the battle on Tumhalad against all advice, for she was better at making weapons than wielding them. She was wounded, and taken from the field by her brother, a healer. Her father fell in the battle, but her mother escaped from Nargothrond.

After Nargothrond fell, they made their way to Doriath, and for a few short years, she guarded the edges of Doriath. At the second kinslaying, she tried to protect those fleeing the destruction, and almost lost her life at the hands of one of Maedhros's warriors. At the last moment, another elf came in and distracted the captain, urging Liltare to go back and continue to protect the refugees. This she did, though torn between desire to continue her duty to protect those fleeing, or help him. 

After the defeat of the havens at Sirion, Liltare joined Gil-Galad, and made weapons for his army. After the war of wrath, her mother and brother sailed West. Her mother had long repented of the exile, and rued bitterly leaving Valinor, and her brother was weary of war. But Liltare was not yet weary of Middle Earth, and desired yet to explore it's mysteries. She was optimistic that now that Morgoth was defeated, the creativity of the elves would know no bounds.

She visited Eregion from 850-900 of the second age, also spending time in Khazad-Dum, but this was her highest point of hubris and artistic individualism. Not content to be a lesser smith in Eregion, she returned to Lindon, and spent most of her energy crafting, experimenting and mining alone for months at a time. However, eventually her desire to grow in skill overtook her desire to be the best, and as she heard of the amazing acchievements of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain under the tutelage of Annatar she contemplated moving back to Eregion. But the High King's words of warning about him detered her, barely.

When Elrond went east to help the elves of Eregion, she was eager for action, and sought permission to join his army. During the early days of Imladris, she laboured with her metalwork not only to supply the army, but to use her craft to help make Rivendell a beautiful haven.

After the Last Alliance, Liltare saw her own role as to aid the Younger Children of Eru. She is one of the Elves that as Lindir might say "made mortals her study." She saw the decline of the Elves, though she was reluctant to accept it, or the declining role of the Eldar in Middle Earth. She spent much time in Arnor in it's early days, and came to the aid of Arthedain under the command of Glorfindel, although too late for the kingdom. She has spent much time aiding the Dúnedain of the North over the years, as well as scouting and patroling the Trollshaws and Misty Mountain passes. Though much her time is away, either scouting or wandering, when she is at home in Imladris she dwells in Bar Mellyn, also known as Mar Nilmë—the home of a few of the remnants of the Nargothrondrim .

She is prone to randomly ranting about her work and asking for artistic advice from anyone unfortunate enough to be around her when she has her mind on a project. It took her nearly five minutes to actually look up and realise she was talking to the elf who nearly killed her back in Doriath, because she was too busy thinking about a helmet design. 

While she is generous, curious, and friendly, especially towards mortals, she is proud and swift to anger. She has a weakness for baked goods, has twice gotten thrown out of dwarf forges by offending them with her joking manner, and is prone to dealing with strong emotions by reciting Quenya poetry.

For the first time she finds herself drawn to the sea, and is torn between her knowledge that the time of the Elves in Middle Earth is at an end, and her deep love for the land and its people. She has once again started using her Quenya name as she looks anew towards Elvenhome.