( A note! To those who frequent Imladris, Meluindis would likely be a familiar face. If your character is reasonably familiar with Rivendell's locals, or are visiting for whatever reason, feel free to assume they have made their acquaintances already. Or, be sure to IM/mail/tell me to discuss a potential RP hook! )
 

         Meluindis' childhood was not unlike most others, growing up in a time of relative peace as the Sindar kingdom planted their roots into the forest of Mirkwood. Her father, Tinurandir, a renown hunter among the Nandor, was one to embrace the change brought by the Sindar, pledging himself to the prosperity of their home and later excelled as a ranking officer under Oropher's rule; Melundis' brothers following suit. Her mother, Lainduilin, felt anxious about the direction her husband had taken, fearing that their once simple, earthly, peaceful life would be swept away. Her worries came to being when Tinurandir and his sons were of the many casualties within the Battle of Dagorlad; from then, the forest Lainduilin had called home for a millennia had become tainted with the deep, hallowing grief of immeasurable loss. After some years, when she realized time would not heal her wounds, Lainduilin sought to take her last remaining child where she hoped they would be granted both safety and ease of heart: Westwards.

          They never rejoined their caravan to the Grey Havens after stopping in Imladris for rest and provisions. Nothing more than a feeling gave Lainduilin the confidence that the Hidden Valley would be where her heart could mend itself, and Meluindis was glad of it. Despite her loss, she was not yet prepared to leave the world behind; in fact, it created a strong yearning in her heart for something bigger. Something more.

          Since then, Imladris has been home to Meluindis, living by her mother's side where she leads a busy yet rather uneventful life. While she has made herself useful to the housekeeping staff at the Last Homely House, running errands around the Valley, her eyes often wander to the countless warriors who revolved through the refuge; Rangers and Elves alike, some in the colours of Imladris and others not, both intimidating and inspiring for their solemn, mysterious, strong appearance, driven by something greater than themselves.

          Meluindis’ attempts to join the Imladris Guard have been futile, however. Each rejection only reinforces her mother’s resolve to dissuade her from a life of peril; the very reason they fled their home in the first place. But Meluindis is driven by her heart; and in secret, has taken to paying a local hunter to help hone her skills with the bow and blade, eager to prove her mettle. Whenever the chance presents itself, she might sneak off into the wilds, bow in hand, gone for as long as she can manage.