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Born to Umbath and Ithildin o nos Aderthad, hailing, as their children, from Lorien, towards the end of the 20th Century of the Third Age, in the year 1981, Daifuin is yet but a sapling. Despite the dark times growing abroad, she has lived her life in the shelter of Lorien. She knows well of the terror beyond the boundaries of the land, but she is little able to understand them; for all her elf-wisdom, she lacks experience in such things, and only with experience can true understanding come to the patient girl.

She was the only daughter born to the couple, and followed two brothers, Dumath and Ubaithai, near matched in age (relatively), by over one hundred years. So it was that she was cared for by the entire family - both gender and age dooming her to always being watched closely with a careful eye.

Umbath and Ithildin were both of the guard, and her brothers followed when they were of age. And yet it was that Daifuin was never expected to join in such service, nor, really, did her manner make her wont to do. She was a careful, precise young woman, with an intrinsic love of peace and a longing to set things right. Such it was that drove her kin as well, of course, but these manifested themselves in Daifuin in a wholly different manner. She would, rather than take up arms and put forth in battle to set wrongs right, sit and mediate on such things, feeling them perhaps more deeply than those before her in her bloodline. And yet it was her fate that she was not for some time to even consider acting upon such emotions.

Many years of her life passed with little excitement - and little was been craved by the quiet one. More content she was to take long walks in the protected woods; or to sit silently for long stretches of time, musing on matters; or perhaps to take up as audience to a bard and listen aptly to tales of times long passed, and yet not forgotten - tales of great heroic matters, a part of which she would not be.

For twenty years, after several hundred already spent in peace on Middle Earth, she bore the favours of a suitor, but kept herself always at a distance from him, taking any matters of the heart as slowly and deliberately as she would anything, if not even more so. Eventually, they turned from each other, remaining friends, but only distantly at that, before finally falling from contact altogether; though Daifuin did hear of him finding a post with the guard, and their paths do cross on occasion, though seldomly.

Now she did but return to her simple life, passing many more years within the safe confines of Lorien. Never did she leave the borders, though occasionally her thoughts would turn to the world outside, to the dark tales she had heard. Yet, come close of day, she knew such thoughts were folly, and her heart and feet would ever remain here in her homeland, or at least it looked hopeless to imagine anything but. And much more time did pass, years blending together in their fleetingness, and Daifuin seeming to pay little heed to all but the most striking of rumours of the outside world.

Well protected by her parents, perhaps overly so, Daifuin had been left entirely to her own pursuits of pleasure, little responsibility laid at her feet. Yet, within her of late stirred a longing for a life of more purpose. As the Order of Lorien did not seem to her to quite fit her slow, peace-loving nature, and she would have quite the task before her, convincing her parents to allow her leave to join besides, she instead turned her heart to the Royal Court, deciding now to do what is within her power to keep the peace through diplomacy, however she may. Still, her actions always were much less swift than her thoughts, and more time was allowed to pass silently, before Daifuin finally resolved herself to set out and make inquiries into such a chore. Yet still she dallies in the day-to-day, in no seeming rush to see it done. Some day soon, perhaps.

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