As he approached adulthood, Xanir resolved to follow the urgings of his eldest sister Xandilif and abandon his studies in Rivendell. Disregarding the urgings of his masters and tutors he slung his harp over his shoulder and took to the open road. 

His journey has just begun, and he faces it with the wide-eyed wonder of a sheltered child. His courage is only matched by his innocence, and in many ways the two are linked.

There are far too many people to meet, far too many things to see and far too many good-deeds to do to let him dawdle in any one place too long. While he loves both his sisters, he has no desire to live through them any longer and yearns to experience all the nuances of life, sweet and bitter both, that they have told him of. He wishes to love with passion, bond with loyalty, fight with fervor and cleave to all that is best in all people.

After all, how can he hope to write the great poem of the closing of the Third Age unless he lives it firsthand and experiences everything for himself?