Faollann was born within the First Age, however, there is little known about her for those who she once called friend and knew her well are no longer among the living. She was seen as a free spirit, preferring to travel outside the city of Gondolin into woodlands and the wilderness. She would often leave on hunting trips, enjoying the quiet and peace the woods would bring her and when her heart called for home she'd return until the next journey, always searching for her purpose. While her heart ached for the freedom beyond the wall there was at least one person who kept her at bay, her dearest friend who she cared for like no other. Some say that was the only reason she stayed within the city.

It wouldn't last forever and soon heartache befell Faollann when Morgoth discovered Gondolin and laid waste to her home. She rushed through the city to find and defend her friend, taking out as many of the evil forces as she could along the way. It was too late, the sight that greeted her as she finally reached their home would haunt her forever, her friend lay slain on the floor clutching the dagger Faollann had gifted them. Overwhelmed by grief Faollann could not move from her spot on the floor as her tears flowed silently down her face. She took the dagger as a reminder, her one last connection. With the destruction of the battle and death of her closest friend Faollann's heart hardened and grew cold. She took her bow and fled to the woods. Being gifted in the art of the bow and arrow, she spent her time in the shadows slowly picking away at the servants of evil, her aim always true though her pain never did lessen.

Within the Second Age and with the rise of a new dark lord she had finally found her purpose or at least a means to let out her anger. She heard the call, took her bow and joined the fight with the Last Alliance against Sauron and his army. Life was not easy for her, she had spent much time in solitude since leaving Gondolin and being around so many again was difficult for her, yet she continued on fighting to the best of her abilites. The war was a good means for her to settle her fierce emotions, ever since Gondolin she had felt helpless, her skill and aid within the Alliance helped restore parts of herself. She was honored to be fighting within the ranks of the Glorfindel, she fought hard and long her skills with the bow being legendary, her aim never missing until the day came whernshe was struck down with a morgul blade and her fight came to an end. She did not fear what was to come, as the sword swung down she almost embraced the thought of death. Thoughts of finally being at peace, being able to rest flashed to her mind, images of her friend and the hope of a reunion was a comfort. That smile was all she saw as the darkness enveloped her.

Many years had passed with Faollann left in a restless slumber. The peace sought after never did come and she was left to dream of all that was lost. She awoke in the Third Age, weakened and with a heart full of dread for she had failed in her task within the Last Alliance. She awoke a different elf once more, preferring to have died honorably in battle than awaking with the shame of her failure. While before she had her pain to focus on, to drive her forward, she now felt empty. Spending a few days in Rivendell was the wisest choice, her strength returned and she learned much of what has happened while she had slept. Then came the day when Elrond's sons led Faollann to Celondim where she was to board a ship and sail west, that is until a strange fellow who recognized the armor she wore and battle she faced offered her a different choice. Belegring was a curious fellow himself and Faollann sensed in him much of the same pain she had endured. He offered her a clean start, a path where she could learn to heal. Faollann joined the ranks of the Nost Giliath hoping to redeem herself by protecting Middle-Earth and it's people from the evil spreading through the lands.

Rising through the ranks quick, the two became good friends traveling far and wide lending their aid to those who needed it the most. There were still nights when she'd grip the dagger and dream of days that have passed, the pain having lessened some with each reassuring nod from Belegring. At Tinnudir she came across a strange man and hobbit, working together on what seemed like an impossible task. Talvir and Cinnabarr, while not the type she usually spent company in, shared their plight with her, their tales bringing a sense of worry upon Faollann again for the evil they spoke of was far too familiar for her. She had parted ways with Master Belegring a while back, he had his own tasks to complete those he needed to do alone, not knowing when she'd reunite with her friend the clear decision was to offer her aid to Talvir.