Silvan

Eryndril, a Silvan Elf of Lothlórien, stands as a vigilant warden of the Golden Wood’s borders. With the agility of her kind, she moves unseen among the Mallorn trees, striking down foes with swift precision. Her bow, hewn from the boughs of a Mallorn and strung with threads wrought by the Galadhrim, bears a quiet grace, while her arrows, tipped with keen-forged mithril, fly true and unyielding.

It is said that the whispers of the forest guide her steps and her aim, and the very wind seems to heed her will, carrying her arrows as though they were leaves borne on an autumn breeze. In the dark days of the War of the Ring, her name became a quiet legend among her kin, for her vigilance held strong against the shadows that sought to encroach upon the borders of Lórien.