Hallothel’s family were skilled craftsmen, hunters and trackers. Instructed from a young age, she soon learned how to survive in the woods and surrounding lands. Learning how to blend in and keep herself hidden using the fauna and by using swift quiet movements and appropriate attire. The skilled hunters she knew would often praise Hallothel at her ability to move unseen, although she had a lot to learn to in the mastery of the bow.

Hallothel was restless in her heart though. She loved the woods, but she felt her fate did not belong to this place. She had heard the whisperings of the shadows from the East, sorrow grew inside her. Would it hinder her and her family to go to this place they all longed so much for? She decided she wanted to venture out of Lindon. To see what else could be seen in Middle-Earth. She wanted to gather memories and answers before she left Middle Earth.

After some months she had her first sight of Imladris, the beautiful vale kept her attention for days and it was during this time she encountered a Warden of the Flower. Loth-I-Lonnath was well known to her, their deeds to guard and protect Lindon had in the past captured her imagination. So after the initial conversation and several encounters with him she realized that perhaps her fate was not to wander around and seek answers, perhaps her purpose was to go home and make use of her abilities as a member of the Flower..

Artscreen by Hallothel/Achazia, Music: Celestial written and arranged by Hallthel/Achazia

A dream so dark, but beautiful...A wound that bleed and never can heal. Draw not unto me.. for I cannot resist..A wish so strong, but can it come true..