Soft-voiced, slender and amber-haired. the Woodlark of Lorien does not at first glance seem any more remarkable than any other of her race. Her footfalls are gentle and she glides  through the shades and shadows scarcely seen. Yet there is something -- caught from the corner of the eye it seems a golden light  surrounds her and her eyes reflect the storms and wildness of the Heavens while set in a countenance of calm demeanour,   She will often sing the simple songs of children softly to herself rather than the grand ballads and lays of yore... and the scent of pine and jasmine seems to linger in her wake.