The elf who stands before you seems to be the epitome of the regular Sindar: his hair, beautifully intertwined into golden flocks reveal a particular care of his appearance, almost as though he was willing to point out his belonging to the Eldar. Whenever he speaks, his voice is voice underlines his ethereal attitude towards this part of the world, and sometimes it seems that he is detached and unemotional, even though his apparent haughtiness is disclaimed by the sweetness with which he relates to the other Free Peoples in Middle Earth. His eyes gaze around and about, and his frown indicates pondering and thoughtfulness rather than bitterness. They also seem to indicate that he is always distracted, as if he his mind was always dwelling upon many things at one, delving out for something to devise or to improve. His walk is refined, not differently from that of his Kindred: soft footsteps and ease gait. He often beams at other people, conveying an undefined, almost ominous, sense of tranquillity.