Galadhrim

In the deep woods of Lothlórien, where the trees whisper ancient secrets and the wind sings lullabies of a forgotten world, stood a Galadhrim warrior named Aeluin.

Although Aeluin was not born to war, she was shaped by it. The enemy's shadow had grown long, and its dark fingers reached even into the sacred groves of the Golden Wood. With her kin, she stood vigilant, a sentinel against the encroaching darkness.