»A fire
I bring to extinguishment.

A heart
I bring to a halt.

But a feeling
robs me of my composure.

Who possesses the greater power?«

- Viraïgon,
Master in Word and Picture

Viraïgon belongs most likely to the oldest Elves that are still roaming and living in Middle-Earth. His past is vast and long and would be too massive as to describe it all shortly on a piece of parchment. But it can be said that he did undergo a long journey in his profession from a warrior to a poet to at last become chronicler. Occasionally he exchanged the quill against the sword.
  What grim fate befell Viraïgon so that he turned away from the Elves of Light and went with the Dark Elves remains shrouded in mystery.

His works, that range from historical accounts to lyric and poetry, begin at their earliest during the First Age, shortly after the Flight of the Ñoldor and the return of the Eldar to Middle-Earth. Some of his admirers would claim that his skill in art surpasses that of the Vanyar under Taniquetil; others would name him as the greatest chronicler of the Dark Elves and again others would claim him to be a propagandist, a twister of the actual truth.
  The latter opinion is especially shared among the Eldar who deem his writings as dangerous as a sharpened blade, as they turn around the facts and let the dubious deeds of the Dark Elves appear in a light that would summon compassion and understanding in the mind of the reader.

Now, during the Third Age, Viraïgon travels and roams about on the search for legends, tales and poetry that he has not yet collected and saved from their doom of being forgotten.