Age has not treated him kindly. While still retaining the features which once, in his youth, earned him the title of 'a strapping young lad', lines draw across his forehead and at the ends of his eyes, which still shine as blue as they have ever, and his sun-bleached hair has begun to show silver in the right lighting. A number of scars crisscross the visible reaches of his skin, signs of a life fraught with the dangers of Middle Earth, and at times one can glimpse the weary set of his shoulders when the day has been long and work demanding.

He is well-dressed, though often the clothing shows wear. He favors muted colors, though in the desire to stay safely clothed, has of late taken what was offered and what could be bought with little discrimination.