'To Beannaithe's surprise she learned that the ruins were not completely deserted by the Big Folk, for it were occupied by a small contingent of soldiers. Some were trainin' under the watchful eye of their captains, while others were huddled around the many campfires that were scattered about the crumblin' walls of the fortress.'

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

I always say I do not like weapons. I do not like the feel of steel in particular. 

That dislike can make some aspects of life challenging. 

Life is mostly safe in our Western towns, and the few cities, but any travel can give rise to attacks from goblins, orcs, or any other aggressor. So we train , to defend ourselves and others. 

Feveren at 6 (III 2972), 18 (III 2984), 30 (III 2996), 42 (III 3008), and 52 (III 3018) years of age.

Concerning Age in Relation to Appearance

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"As the elf-lad left the Enclave..."

- Another Duillond Decision

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Shores of Faery, 1915. © The Tolkien Trust 1995

The Shores of Faëry

East of the Moon, west of the Sun
There stands a lonely hill;
Its feet are in the pale green sea,
Its towers are white and still,
Beyond Taniquetil
In Valinor.

Comes never there but one lone star
That fled before the moon;
And there the Two Trees naked are
That bore Night’s silver bloom,
That bore the globéd fruit of Noon
In Valinor.