Tingruviel’s fate is to be written, yet much has happened to this date. As a child of Lorien in the land of Rhovanion, she and her brother Authondir were cherished from the beginning. Their proud father Calathil and their doting mother Thinrif cared for them. Having ties with the Lorien court, albeit distant ones, were enough to ensure a noble upbringing. Tingruviel, as the eldest, was to be trained as a seamstress to make beautiful robes for the elven court, much like her mother who also was a lowly noble, alongside her chosen study of the arcane. Calathil’s songs of old spread more warmth to the elven court than any fire could. Therefore it was Authondir's destiny to take on Calathil's profession as he too would become a minstel as a grown elf. 

Alas however the destiny of Tingruviel and Authondir was not to be fulfilled. Calathil and Thinrif, both entertaining the court as they were hunting just outside the safety of the lands of Lorien, came across a group of bandits and orc-kind. Many elves were slain that dreadful day and amongst the dead were Tingruviel’s and Authondir’s father and mother. Their grief was immense and their bewilderment was great. Authondir, harbouring a longing to see their beloved kin again could not bear the life they had lived for so long and planned to run away. One eve Tingruviel caught him assembling his belongings. Tingruviel’s sorrow was deep and her fear of losing her brother overcame her and she too vowed to leave the lands of old. As elven born were scarce they knew they would be sorely missed. But Authondir's and Tingruviel's hearts were never to be mended should they have stayed where their parents had been forcibly removed from the lands they knew and loved. 

Their journey began on a day of spring when the flowers had just awoken to the sun's warming rays. As they left their home, torn between the safety of their lands and their anguish should they have stayed, they made their way Rivendell. An elf by the name of Aelaer, hailing from Imladris, made her way into their encampment one eve accompanied by a strange wild elf named Rainith. The two parties decided to join strengths and later firm friendships were formed.

Tingruviel learnt a lot during her travels and soon met member of the house of Vanimar. A fair few made a good impression on her and she decided to join their ranks. She stayed in the background and studied the art of administration. As time went on, she sewed less and less. Paper brought her the comfort a needle never could because it did not remind her of the great loss. She also saw less of her brother as time went by. Her duties kept her busy in her new house. There was an ellon who occupied more of her mind than she wished for, and one day he gave her a necklace, a ruby set in gold. She wears it under her garments to remind her to always look ahead, never look back.