Caelemir is an ellon residing in Imladris with an air neither ancient nor notably young, but a manner ever purposeful and an accent unmistakably Noldorin. Lithe but strong, Caelemir is rarely seen without gloves and is oft outfitted for work, with his dark umber hair tied back or draping upon his shoulders with a few loose strands framing his face. Under dark brows glint eyes of a pale but vivid green, like the gleam of peridot upon silver, eyes that ever seem glinting with question, ever entertaining some unspoken query or judgement.

Quick to smile and quicker to pose some curiosity, the corners of his mouth are deeply creased from practiced laughter, or what might seem to some as indication of an age he seems too young to carry. Though his attentions might seem sometimes distant, his glance often following some trail of racing thoughts as if he could actually see them, there is a certain intensity that lies about Caelemir, as if he were pursuing some purpose even when at rest. Usually trailing the earthy scent of damp herbs or crushed flowers chilled by crisp dew, there is another thing that Caelemir seems ever to carry with him: A journal of richest auburn leather, palm-sized, it pages stained by travel and heavy with experience, its cover wrinkled by use but meticulously cared for and preserved. 

Oft in the camps of the Rangers, or in the Halls of Elrond, and most oft in the wilds bordering the Vale, Caelemir may be found in many places, but never in one for too long.