Litharil is an Elf of average height, of a build shaped by the craft of battle (or once was).

She has black, wavy hair that contrasts sharply with her pale skin. She moves with quiet precision—economical, controlled, and rarely wasteful in motion or word.

Those well-versed in the lore of Elves and the very subtle signs of their aging can tell she is of a great age but perhaps not yet counted among the ancient of her kind.

Her presence is calm, but not soft.

She watches everything, often without seeming to.

Stillness does not appear to unsettle her; rather, it feels like her natural state.