Physical appearance

Nauriend looks at you curiously with her large, piercing eyes. They are so bright they almost seem to be glowing, and are the warm green colour of peridot gems. They would be a better fit for a feline predator rather than a Sindar one.

While to a Mortal she would seem as ageless as any of the Starfolk, her own kind can easily tell that this elleth has past her adolescent years not at all long ago.

She has spend most of her nearly 150 years in Middle Earth out in nature, and has the tan to match. Her physical build reflects this life too; while she is fit and surprisingly strong, she is slender of form and light on her feet.

As she is of average Elven height, those of other races would perceive her as tall.

Her permanently messy locks are a nondescript sort of dark blonde, though excessive sun exposure has added a highlight here and there. The hair always springs out in stubborn curls, however hard she tries to keep it under control with circlets, hairbands and pins.

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Clothing

Her clothing reflects her usual combat strategy in the wilderness: Send the killing arrow flying before they've noticed your presence. She prefers practical enforced tunics and hauberks, flowy, hooded hithlain cloaks, sturdy bracers with fingerless gloves for protection and precise aim. Her clothing is of shadowy hues if not shades of green. All in all she resembles the Elvish equivalent of a Ranger.

In contrast to this practicality, stands her magpie-like attraction to gems and jewelry. The murky hauberks, hoods and gloves hide several rings, a row of little glittering earrings along each ear, a few intricate beaded bracelets and a golden necklace or three. She both collects and creates jewelry, though rather for her own enjoyment than out of serious ambition.

If the occasion asks for it she will wear the colours of Imladris, or don a classical suit of armour from the Elder Days: an altered heirloom of her father, which some might recognize as the uniform of the archers of the late High King Gil-galad.

Nauriend in a gown is a rare sight indeed. 

Spoken languages

She is near-fluent in Westron, but a heavy, distinctly Sindarin accent can be heard in her speech. Particularly in the way she rolls her R's and lengthens her I's.
Despite what her self-appointed and jokingly pompous title Pilinditári ("Queen of Arrows") might suggest, she speaks little Quenya. Her knowledge doesn't go much further than some memorized songs and poetry, and the names that appear in stories of old.

She has recently acquired some very minimal understanding of Rohirric (and a rare word of Khuzdûl!) while wandering through the realms of Men and Dwarves. This is not enough to form or understand full sentences, at most to guess the topic of a conversation by catching a few words.

Of Orcish or Black Speech she knows only the insults an enemy may throw at her before her arrows hit their mark.