An androgynous appearing Elf in countenance, as that race can tend towards, though usually she wears dresses which show a lanky, long-limbed figure, spindly and wobbly in hard-pressed attempts at grace, with knobby knuckles and akimbo stance. Her ears are long and crooked, eyes a dull grey, always drooping, and nose hooked. She has frizzy, medium-length hair which frames sun-kissed olive skin.

Glórenoth, more known by her mother-name Callalath, is an Elf that has been residing in Imladris for around a millennium, and her age is about thrice that. She serves as a scout and a healer, when a keen eye or careful hand is needed, but otherwise does nothing more.

The time spent within the Hidden Valley has made Cal lackadaisical and relaxed. It's not infrequently that she is found loafing by a babbling brook or amongst the shrubbery, feeding herself whatever fruits are in season like a lord being treated by a subservient hand. Other Elves may know that she used to live in Edhellond -- descended from the Sindar and Nandor who originally populated it -- but since its abandonment, she now takes advantage of the timelessness and peace in the Homely House by constantly sleeping or sitting or thinking or watching.

She has a tendency to skip high days, less often one to participate in social, exciting, jovial merriment; she partakes rather in that which is calm but pleasant and full of nonsense lyricisms to hum while strolling. For all her indulgence, she seems like one with little deep connections of the heart, typically spending all her days on the outskirts of interactions, watching without inserting herself.

Still, Cal is never without a smile beneath those limpid, half-lidded eyes, and laughter comes easily to her. She is no recluse; just a person who favors personal company and her own sort of hedonism. When one does interact with her, they must be prepared for oddity.

Truly, she has become a sort of listless tra-la-la-lally Elf.