Noldo she was born, granddaughter to the Noldor King. Aulë and Yavanna were once her patrons, and from each she learned much.
Now she is Lady to a secret people, secret wielder of the Ring of Adamant, the weaver of webs both tangible and intangible, the bestower of wisdom and gifts. Her own eye is open to what is, what was, what will be, and what might come to pass, although it is not always clear which it is she sees at any one time; and she can inspire others to do similarly. She can sift hearts, but long ago gave over condemnation for what she finds there, for the same heart that harbors thoughts of envy is oft also warm with compassion for the very one envied. She knows there are no simple facts, and yet she knows that in the end all is more often than not far simpler than we tend to perceive it.
Now she will see these travellers upon their way, gifting them with the product of her loom and needle as well as lembas to their hallowing. As to whether the Ringbearer should prove a living sacrifice or a burnt offering--to that she can not, will not, speak--not until the One Himself so rules. Either way, let the Light of Eärendil light his way, even as Eärendil’s descendant travels it alongside him--for now, at least.