Older than she looks and wiser still, Naurduin is of the Second Age, though she lacks the refinement of the Eldar. Wild at heart but subtle in bearing, she feels most at home in the forests and in the heat of battle, with a bow in hand a blade close by. On the rare occasions when she'll swap her leathers for silk, she seems uncomfortable, for even the most elegant dresses and artful stone walls make her feel trapped and out of place. Nonetheless, she can often be found in unusual places, for her curiosity and wanderlust are very hard sated.

She hails from Mirkwood, born in a time when it was known instead as Greenwood the Great. Its eaves were perhaps the only thing she ever truly loved, and the loss of them to the corruption was a turning point in her life. While in her youth she would hunt with an elvish understanding for balance and harmony, when the Necromancer took hold, she turned her honed skills to a different purpose. She no longer dwells there or anywhere, but roams instead with the certainty that nothing is more important than his vanquish - a fight she wants to be a part of.