Born to the woods of Mirkwood, Aemrandir grew up surrounded by trees. He was a free spirit in his youth, his parents having been killed by the dangers of the woods before he had turned fifty. As such, he prized his freedom and learned to fend for himself. He could always have turned to others of his kin, but mostly preferred solitude.

He could never find any true vocation that called to him, and as such tried everything he could, and still does, though he has taken a liking to the written word. He prefers to sit in a quiet glade somewhere, perhaps with a scroll and a quill, idly scribbling about whatever takes his fancy. More often than not, said glade will be his makeshift home too, preferring to sleep outside on the grass under the stars than indoors with a ceiling.