Nienna was his savior, his Lady to whom he has devoted himself in the absence of his true love, who is gone from Middle Earth. Of this, Thinhaelion will say little else.

When he met his beloved, he had been fleeing the ruin of Doriath. After he saw that Elwing had been lost to the Sea, and he had mourned her (though he would later learn the good tidings of her fate) he settled with Gil-Galad's people. When Elrond set out to establish Imladris, Thinhaelion, as a loremaster of some renown himself, went with his party.

He lost his betrothed when his party had become separated from the main group along the road to the valley of Rivendell. There, they were ambushed by Orcs, and there, his beloved was slain.

Now, Thinhaelion is kin to some of the sharpest of intellect amongst the Eldar. His father, who was called Thinhaelon, was a wise loremaster in Thingol's court, before the fall of Doriath. When the Noldor first arrived, fresh from the flight from Valinor, Thinhaelon was one of the first of the Sindar of Thingol's court to venture beyond the Girdle of Melian and to have regular contact with the newly-banished race. Before the vile treachery of the Faenor and his kin had been revealed, Thinhaelon had taken for his wife a Noldo of great beauty. Her name was Aiwe, "Little Bird", for her thin frame, but Thinhaelon called her in his own tongue Triwathel, "Slender Shadow". And so, when Triwathel had given birth, their son was to be "the son of Thinhaelon", but Triwathel had, in spite of King Thingol's ban on the tongue and traditions of the Noldor within his realm, given her son a second name in the Quenya: Ravlambe, for his eyes and his mind were sharp, but his tongue sharper still.

Triwathel instructed her son not to speak of this name, save only to her, and, when he found one, a close friend or lover. For the 'mother-name' was both his own private-property, to give of his free will only to those whom he loved, and secret that must be kept from those in Thingol's court. To this day, he has made his mother-name known to only a few individuals, one of whom was his beloved, and none now live who know that name.

So, as a proud Noldo tempered by wisdom and a strong Gray Elf more quickly moved to pity than to laughter, Thinhaelion embarked on a task given unto himself, but one he felt had been blessed by Nienna. He spoke not of it to anyone he knew, but simply slipped away into self-exile.

Thinhaelion speaks of his doings only to Elrond Halfelven, and only after the fact. Of what he happened to be doing for a number of centuries in the land that is now the Ettenmoors, little is known. Thinhaelion kept a diary, but he believes it destroyed--However, it was recovered by the House of Elrond and can be read any friend of the Last Homely House:

Pennaerion

(of the History of Lament)

http://laurelinarchives.org/node/7966|The First Entry, Undated

Thinhaelion dwelt in the house of Elrond for awhile, but, after he had fought against the might of Sauron at the end of the Second Age, he began to journey once more. When the Dark Lord's ring resurfaced, Elrond, who now knew of Thinhaelion's folly, chose to send Thinhaelion away, to the ruins of Edhelion, rather than allow him to join his council at Imladris. For though he knew Thinhaelion, whom the house of Elrond now called Nidgolbon, would have learned a lesson of humility for his presumption, he did not wish to allow any temptation to draw Thinhaelion once again into woeful ambitions such as the One Ring could provide.

Thinhaelion himself knew then that he was cursed for his presumption, and that he would live his life mostly as a watcher of others, and a servant of Nienna in his quest to give words to that which other writers of song and lore had overlooked.

Today, Thinhaelion much enjoys studying, smoking pipeweed, learning the lute, and singing and reading for all those who will listen. He is often eager to be involved in the doings of others, or, at least, able to watch, for he never knows when inspiration for a new sonnet or ballad might strike him. Many of his stories and songs are not about heroes, though he writes some epics, but about the little things in life that are often overlooked in song.

There are even times that he is oft to guise himself as a Man, of a fairer kind, perhaps a woman, if he can get away with it, and do his best not to get noticed if he happens to arrive at Bree-land where common, hard-working men dwell. He would much like to visit the Shire, and to see the Dwarf dwellings that yet stand today, but he has yet to conspire of a way not to be conspicuous in that endeavor. He doubts either people would suffer his presence.

As his mother-name suggests, he has a sharp tongue and will not hesitate to speak his mind. Often times, he does this under the refined speech of his kind, even when speaking in Westron, but one can still detect a frank manner of speech that one might find offensive under the wrong circumstances. Still, Thinhaelion is wise, if a bit morose, and will try to aid others in any way he can. His main vice, however, is that, in his need to help others, to heal them, his old presumptuousness shines through.

He can be pushy, nosing his way into situations that do not concern him, and he can try to do too much, and though his solutions to problems often do achieve good ends, the means to reach those ends are sometimes questionable.

Though once an accomplished battlemage, Thinhaelion has not held a sword in his hand for thousands of years; not since he fought under the banner of Gil-Galad in the land of Mordor. He is no stranger to combat, but prefers healing. He is versed in the tongues of beasts and fowl, and he can be a useful ally, though, one must be wary of his mind, for he thinks always more of the noble end he is reaching, than the means with which he reaches them. For Elrond, in all his wisdom, had given him the name Nidgolbon as a gift, a warning, and curse in one: For the Lord of the Last Homely House, in all his wisdom knew that Thinhaelion, despite all of his own wisdom, has and will be the cause of much grief and sorrow for himself, and perhaps others.

These days, Thinhaelion can often be found anywhere, roaming the land, looking for stories. Latley, he can be found travelling back and forth from Celondim, Dulliond, and the surrounding areas.