Some know her as a lore-keeper and wise-woman of the Dúnedain, growing up in the marshy village of Imdathir not far from Tornhad, but whose search for knowledge and love of the past took her often to the ancient ruins of Arnor, and to the settlements and hidden fastnesses that still the Dúnedain of the late third age kept. 

       From woman to woman in unbroken line, mother to daughter or aunt to niece, the women of her mother’s family had held a role as keepers of the lore and stories since the fall of Arthedain. But Gwetheril herself was always most enchanted by the tales of the Eldar, who at rare times would ride through the Angle, or be seen dancing in the silver mist of the moonlit night. 

       She wed a wanderer of the wild, the ranger Alphdir, and joined his love for the people of Eriador and their present persistent strength with her desire to learn and preserve the history of the Dúnedain. In some ways they were much alike, both quiet and thoughtful, but his compassion and gentleness contrasted well with her studious practicality. 

       Shortly after their marriage he was sent out again to Dunland, on a short reconnaissance mission in the growing rumours and unrest before the war. She stayed in the Angle, but when a year had come and gone with no word from him, she resolved to seek him—going all the way to Dunland if necessary. 

       Even the most stubborn determination cannot overcome all odds, and she met the limits of her ingenuity and knowledge, as she and her husband became embroiled in the shifting sands of Dunlending politics. Best intentions were not enough for inexperienced strangers to the culture, and he died in a skirmish with a hostile tribe. 

       Unable to face her own failure she tarried a short time in Rivendell with Glirwing the Elf. Then she poured all her efforts into searching the past—a past that felt like it slipped away into a story of constant decline. She wandered through the ruins of Arthedain and Rhudaur, searching perhaps for some design in the warp and weft of history, feeling the weight of the grief of the end of an age and the departing of the Eldar. She found herself mixed up in the struggles of her kin against the remnants of darkness though she was ill-suited to the work of a warrior. 

       At last she betook herself to Lindon to take up again the work of a story-keeper, leaving to others the ruins of Arnor and the work of rebuilding. Her own role she now sees to record and keep the stories of the Elves who now depart forever the lands of Middle Earth.  

       To those who meet her Gwetheril is analytical and serious, yet seems sometimes disconnected from the world around her—so focused on her inner life she barely seems to notice what is in front of her. She is kind, but not forgiving, inflexible in changing her course, whether for good or ill.