His mother was a Librarian and a Story Teller whereas his father was a well-fought Marchwarden. The early years of Falron was spent in Lothlorien, most of the time with his mother in her library, learning with the few others she mentored and gathered an interest in books and particularly stories. He loved them so much that he once acquired a blank book, a quill and a pot of ink. His mother nor father knew of this and so he kept it a secret. Almost every day he would write at least a few sentences of an ever-lasting story that he was inspired to write on a day-by-day basis. A page was filled, several pages were filled, and even a good 50 pages were then full. He would never stop as he felt a good story should never end and so enjoyed a quiet, secret half hour or so just writing in this book. Writing was among many of his favorite things in life, some of which were dancing, socialising and playing with the other few youngsters his mother mentored.

          As he got older and maturer his father was starting to take over from his mother on the teaching side. He would teach him the ways that his father learnt from the same age. He would make him do physical work and help people who needed physical jobs. young Falron thought this was teaching him discipline and making him more hardy for a reason he couldn't figure out. After a long day helping a fellow elf carry apples from an orchard, his father was sitting at the table as Falron entered and, with a strange long object concealed in a finely stitched cloth with many fine embroideries that looked slightly aged and a little worn laying in front of him, his father sat him down and told him a story. It was the story of how and when his father became a Marchwarden. Falron knew that his father was a soldier of some sort but he never managed to succeed in making him tell his stories of old and yet he began to think about the story he was just told and so was intrigued but then began to imagine the worst, as he thought he could grow up into a library, teach people, listen to music and dance with fellow friends without end, but he began to piece together his father's unusual, draining tasks and the sudden story and serious expression on his face and began to think that he was about to condemn Falron to being like he was, a Marchwarden. His father then untied the old bow on the old embroided cloth to reveal a long wooden pole with intricate, yet worn engravings from top to bottom. Falron ran his eyes up to the top and found a very pointy metal head that has a few dents and a small chunk taken out. His father presented his spear that he had used for many years in his service. He said to Falron with a low, serious voice that, "Here lies the spear that has saved my life an uncountable amount amount of times and has also saved an uncountable amount of lives." From there and for some time his father was slowly taking him away from the Library and had eventually phased out mentoring from his mother. She knew the reasons and would sadly agree to them as she understand that his father's practice-of-old would eventually die out and that Falron has the blood of a notable fighter flowing within him. She also knew that he would eventually step into his shoes when the time is right. Falron never understood this and would fight against his father sometimes, thinking he was being punished for no reason and therefore generated a fiery relationship with him and so time with his mother he considered as a privilege. He eventually grew out of the anger, but still never truly accepted his father's methods of bringing him up.

          A huge journey West to the shores of Eriador from Lothlorien left Falron at Celondim as his father left, while he was in resting in his room, a letter, that told him that he left to the Grey Havens to begin his journey to Aman to be with his mother, who also disappeared on an apparent journey to the Home of the Valar. He hasn't physically seen them leave so he is still curious about why they didn't let him see them for the last time and he so he therefore finds the subject of 'family' a little emotional and would try to avoid speaking about it unless he feels comfortable.