A tall, well built elf, wearing traveling clothes and light armour, mostly in white and gray clours, with a magnificent white cloak falling from his shoulders, making his stand out in most cases. A gaunt face carries a stoic and somehwat saddened expression. Under the thin eyebrows, two crystal clear blue eyes are ever watchfull, but at times, lost in memories. When such moments occur, there is a glint in his eyes which only those who had seen the light of Aman would have, which makes him indeed very old. The long black hair falls to his shoulders, cleanly swiped on the sides. Small brooch on his left shoulder is all that remains as the sign of his Noldor heritage. And yet, there is a clear lack of pride in his eyes or standing that one of his heritage would usually have.

Last this noticable about him is the silver ring with an gleaming emerald on his right hand.