Fearelhil is impressively tall and broad for an elf. He carries himself with a proud, confident demeanor. He rarely smiles, often seen as gruff and dour. It is even rarer to hear him laugh.

He has wild red hair he keeps hastily shoved back into a ponytail, though it often tries to escape. If he stands in the right lighting, one may see the hint of just as firey hair gracing his cheeks, a hint as to his true age. His silver eyes are keen and sharp, if one can manage to get him to make eye contact.

He is far more blunt and to the point than most elves due to his time spent around dwarves. Most consider him rude, in fact. If one can get though the gruffness, he is a kind, soft soul guarded with thick walls of steel.