Mibrethil

 "Feveren swiftly followed the carven steps up to a stone terrace, and there stood the Elf; he was richly robed in green and gold, and his hair was sternly cropped, but his face seemed kindly. He had a wise and ancient air about him, and the deeps of his shining eyes told of their marking the slow passage of the ages of the World."

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