Nenaras

An Elf of the Sea; tall, high-spirited, and fair of face. 

At first glance, this elf appears exceedingly young for one of the Eldar, with a voice illumined by laughter and apt to slip into song or jest. But this appearance belies a fëa worn by years of sorrow—a sorrow dimly discernable in the depths of his bright grey eyes. And his song, though merry, contains notes also of a deeper chord, of a longing for kith and kin now lost to Doom. Yet few outside the Eldar detect aught amiss with either the elf’s gaze or song, and this only most perceive of him: a lively figure and a countenance fair, framed by long and golden hair that by starlight or blushing flame glisters to show threads of jet and silver. 

One might also note the scent of the Sea, of skin stained brine and burning sun, that clings to the elf as if by magic. In truth, the perfume comes of his garments, made fragrant by much travel at Sea.

These garments are always fair, always coloured the shade of running river or lapping wave, and worked through with gold and sparkling jewels, and always are they paired with a necklace of stringéd pearls, which gleams upon the elf’s throat with a brilliance strange to mortal shores. So comely in form are these pearls, so perfect, that they seem to have been shaped by the cunning fingers of Uinen herself. All, that is, save one—this stone, misshapen and queerly formed, takes strange prize as the necklace’s pendant; some private meaning passed between it and its capricious wearer that even the keenest of minds cannot discern.