Legends of Belariath
Isilindil Willow
Like any nymph, Isilindil possesses female glamours that would match fairest of princesses and greatest of beauties. Elven like grace with curves that compete with those of the most voluptous figures imaginable. Hourglass figure brought to its peak with heaving bust, slender waist that flares into wide hips and pert, round butt, continuing into soft, slender womans thighs. Her face is that witch challenges perfection, full pouty lips, little nose and big eyes with almost shining emerald green hues. Her hair is wild as her nature, cascading long down on her form in golden colours, shining in bright sunlight.
Background:
How are nymphs born? No one might ever know, besides Gaea and maybe nymphs themselves, and if they do they are not telling.
On a warm summer day, a forrest spirit sprung to life. From a trunk of willow she descended, entered the forrest full of life. A new born dryad wasn't startled, for she knew her existences meaning, something most humans might think for their whole lives. She was meant to nurture the forrest she loved, and love those who needed her love. On her first days of her life elven druid aproached her. He was one of the most ancient ones, one who was in connection with Gaea. The elder druid taught her ways of the forrest quickly, and gave her name that would fit her.
"From this day forth, you are known as Isilindil, 'Bringer of Joy' "
Whether this happened century ago, a decade ago, or just some months ago, no one could know. A life of a spirit is not something comparable to mortal life, and time has little meaning in the grand scheme of gods and their children. Even the usually talkative dryad, now known as Isilindil, gets quite cryptic when her early existence and real age come to talk. She would just smile softly, maybe giggle a bit, but no answer was ever given.
Isilindil then roamed the forrests, deep green wilderness her home and her joy. She nurtured the forrest everyday, conversing and helping it in mundane things, helping its small and big beings to grow. Nights she spent with her sisters, other dryads, dancing in moonlight and enjoying eachothers. Now one then she encountered other people, mostly druids and rangers, and she would spend time with them, listening to them and helping them to understand forrest, because she wanted the forrest to be understood.
It was midwinter, time when the dryads are at their calmest, the forrest slept and Isilindil roamed the frozen emptiness. That was when she came up with two rangers, and after moments spent together, the curious spirit was finally convinced to exit the forrest for the first time of her life. So far always naked figure found herself clothed soon, and in middle of the most colourful cadre of different humanoids. Her eyes drifted in amazement, her eyes finally setting on the places name sign. She couldn't read herself, but someone read it to her, it said: "The Lonely Inn"