Growing up in the last days of Nargothrond she and her twin brother, Athelor could be seen and heard running through the trees and splashing in the waters of the river Ringwil.  Her father, Alfarron, one of the master jewelers was dismayed at their lack of conviction in learning his trade. Instead, Aethelrien apprenticed as a woodworker and soon learned to craft high quality arrows and bows. 

When Nargothrond fell, as young elves, she and her brother fled their beloved home and sought refuge in Lindon under the protection of the High King Gil-Galad and Lord Elrond Half-Elven. There they refined their skills as fighters and warriors.  Aethelrien became an accomplished archer and Athelor outshined her in swordplay. They eagerly joined the ranks of Gil-Galad in the battle of the last alliance. There, Athelor fell. Aethelrien feels his loss constantly. Her parents, overcome with their sorrow, left for the West and await their daughter there.

As the years passed, Aethelrien found herself wandering alone around Middle-Earth tracking and taking out bands of orcs and goblins where she could. Though, with each kill she could never fully dull the ache or loneliness in her heart. 

Through the long years and time spent alone, Aethelrien has grown quiet and is often times reserved. She is seen usually raising one eyebrow in response to something she hears or sees. She rarely laughs out loud, but when she does it's warmth radiates and fills those around her.

Aethelrien is fiercely loyal to those closest to her and will only share her affections to those she deems worthy. Those she cares deeply for she keeps close to her heart and will do anything for them.

Just when she thought she would be alone forever, on a starlit night the Valar smiled upon her and blessed her with someone to cherish and who would cherish her. The union came as a surprise, but she has given herself and her heart to him for eternity.