I am a young elven sire who craves adventure, so when I was young I used to create lots of trouble. I would climb on roofs make the guards chase me and steal into the woods to try and find goblins to throw stones at. After a while my parents got bored of my misgivings and sent me to Mirkwood to study under my uncle, a warrior in King Thanduil's army. But this was no punishment!  It was the best time of my life, for years i learnt, and for years i served, but when i was in the army, i never felt...whole. So i left and now i am roaming the wilds.

​A few years ago, among a pilgrimage back to  my homeland, my uncle gave me some bad news. My parents were dead. Slaughtered at the hands of men, and from then on i vowed to hate and despise all men.

​((NOTE: Do not approach Barithir in-game unless you are elf-friend, if you are a man and elf-friend he will stand your presence but do not expect anything other than cold stares and relative insults.))