Istarniel is like an embodiment of autumn. A little under six foot tall, she is lithe and slender as a birch, her movements like a gentle swaying in a breeze. There is nothing seemingly hurried about her. All things will follow in their proper course. 

Her hair is the colour of autumn leaves, a mixture of copper and gold, it flows freely past her waist, with only a plain copper circlet to adorn it. 

Istarniel's features are fair to behold. A pale ivory skill with almond shaped grey eyes and slightly arched brows, a small pert nose, and well formed soft lips add to the calm sense of relaxed maturity. She is certainly not old for an elf, but she appears as an ageless one, confident, self assured...perhaps. She still has much to learn.

As a Mistress of Lore she has a keen interest in acquiring knowledge and wisdom from all Ages and Elven Clans, and sometimes from the other races, though she rarely mixes with them. Aware that the remaining days of her people in Middle Earth grow short, she is a keen collector of all things relevant to them.