Old (and he will let you know it)
Wherever his cousin or Alphaear go.
Arrvelas, like his cousin Ithilwe, was born in the later parts of the first age. Another child of Gondolin. He spent his youth with his younger brother playing pranks on unfortunate citizens of the House of the Havenly Arch and teasing their young cousin relentlessly.
After the Fall of Gondolin, he took his younger brother and cousin to the Havens of Sirion along with many other survivors. Though their life there was short lived. Ithilwe escaped the kinslaying unscathed, being saved by his cousins. Arrvelas lost many things that day, but his last promise to his cousin was that he would follow him, find him. And so sightless he went.
He traveled from the Havens to Lindon. And from there to Eregion, and then to Lorien and many other lands of the elves. Until he eventually made his way to Imladris. He had only one goal in mind. Find Ithilwe. There was no point in anything else.
Once in the valley, he met an old acquaintance from Eregion, the lady Alphaear. She had offered help in finding his cousin. And so the two of them journeyed to Bree, where word of a slightly unusual, silver haired elf, was hiding away in an even more unusual tavern. And it came to pass that he and his cousin were finally reunited, after many years of being apart.
Don't congratulate him though. He might just tell you to shut your mouth.
None, but just don't get on his bad side.
His flute (once his brother's.) Silence. Training with his sword. Familiar places. His family. Being read to.
Drunkards and gossiping fools. Fire. Anyone who he thinks poses as a threat. Too much noise. Coddling.
To find and protect his cousin.
Love is blind.
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