My story is not of a fearsome warrior nor of a wandering traveller, but of a maiden with great skill. Of course, I may not have ballads of legendary heroes like Eärendil the Mariner in my name; however, what I do have are my scissors, needles, threads, pins, and a trove of fabrics. Whether one wishes me to alter a gossamer cloak or create a velvet dress, I provide my services willingly without cost. For my people and the Valley I serve. My profession is my passion, and so is my eternal love for Imladris, my home. Naturally, it would not be home if it were not for my family.

Before my begetting, my dear parents, Ruion and Lanyisse, as well as my grandparents, came to the valley as Ñoldorin refugees from the old realm of Eregion. Hailing from the grand city of Ost-in-Edhil, they took up crafting and the applied arts. Textiles, Ceramics, Architecture, Sculpting, and Cartography were the professions they took in their daily lives. All was peaceful until the siege that devastated their beloved home. The life they built for themselves was gone in ash and ruin, all within a night. With all they had, my family and other survivors followed northward into a valley that became Imladris. There they made home, and for the coming years, there is where I was brought.

It was a tranquil midsummer's eve that I brought into the world as an elf-maid with rubineous hair and marine eyes. During my Essecarnë, my dear father looked upon me with pride and announced me as "Ruiviel", Daughter of Wildfire. For my parents, I truly was a blessing. For them, I was a reminder that even in the darkest of days, love and hope will always prevail. 

(WORK IN PROGRESS