As an elfling, Tyndel displayed her intelligence early, teaching herself how to read and write at an age when other elves were still developing their motor skills. She possessed a natural talent for singing and dancing, and loved to spend long hours in the woods, conversing in music with the trees.

As Tyndel grew older, she grew close with Teveldin, her older brother. She often wrote ridiculous stories about him that she shared with him in song, and he taught her how to shoot her first arrow. As Teveldin befriended Legolas Thranduilion, Tyndel tagged along for a while, wanting to take part in their small adventures. Eventually, she realized that she would rather curl up with a thick tome in her lap and stayed behind, holing herself up in her room at home.

It was one of those days at home, while Tyndel was in the middle of a particularly riveting tale, that she smelled smoke. When she sprinted down the stairs, she found her mother unconscious on the floor, and smoke rising from all around her. As Tyndel rushed towards her, a burning beam fell directly on top of Tyndel.

When she came to at the Mirkwood Palace and was told by Lord Thranduil that her mother perished in the fire, that orcs murdered her father, and that her brother disappeared, Tyndel uttered not a single word for twenty years, during which she joined every search party aimed to find her brother. It was only after she convinced herself of Teveldin’s death that Tyndel voiced her thoughts to Legolas, who had taken upon himself to treat Tyndel like a sister.

It was around this time that Tyndel asked Legolas to teach her the art of wielding a blade to protect others from suffering the same fate as her family. As soon as she was able to, she left Mirkwood, for the place held too many painful memories. She vowed to devote the rest of her life in the services of others, in eternal atonement.

Many thanks to ~Teveldin~ for the character concept and the beautiful picture of Tyndel! <3