Amlor left Minas Tirith in a hurry, desperate to escape a reputation of shame and cowardice and begin again. It took a long time for him to get here, and he's sure he has left that name behind him. After many clashes with concepts of honour, chivalry, dignity, he now tasks himself with trying to understand what these notions are, how they came about, and whether or not they are worth his time, or anyone's.

He often finds himself struck with wanderlust, which only prolonged his journey to Bree. He found a goat on his way, its mother slumped dead on top of it - starved to death, the poor thing trapped and hungry under its own dead parent. He may have questioned ideas about sympathy, but he had to take the little sod in. He called her "Hoof", and kept her at home as a pet for some time when he arrived in the Blue Mountains. Turns out a goat isn't bad company for a recluse, except for the day when he pilfered a strange vial of water from a noble's home. Amlor left it on the table, and Hoof managed to knock it off and drink from the pool in the floor before it seeped into the floorboards - turns out it was ent-water, and Hoof grew rather large, rather quickly. But Amlor is a resourceful fellow, and decided that this meant Hoof could join him on his adventures as a trusty steed! Sure, there are sturdier, faster horses - but Amlor rationalised little is as beautiful as friendship, and it makes the ultimate steed, a light in the darkness - if not the lamp Amlor keeps on the saddle to stave off Hoof's fear of the dark.

Amlor has a habit of disguising himself, as a noble, a beggar, or anything that takes his fancy. Often this is benign, a way of him practicing his deceptive abilities - he hopes some day that he can help someone, that long imagined companion in crime and thought, with his ability to effectively morph into a stranger with a good bit of acting.