Faenor Celebrî

Faenor Celebrî is

Description
Faenor appears as a tall Sinda with silver-white hair and clear icy blue eyes. He is fair-skinned, and often wears loose black clothing (as a sign of perpetual mourning for the slain Eldar in the First Age), or white/tan robes when in Lórien.

Backstory
History of Faenor Celebrî

Peak Elven Physiology
Due to his incredibly long life and continuous exercise of the upper limits of his abilities, as well as his status as a Firstborn Quendi, Faenor possesses far greater physical capabilities and reaction times than most Elves, including Noldor.

Enhanced Senses
Faenor has extremely sharpened senses, especially vision and hearing, allowing him to make pinpoint accurate shots with his bow from several hundred metres away.

Fighting Intuition
Due to his battle-ridden life and experiences, Faenor can almost instantly analyse an opponent's fighting style and strategy, and respond appropriately.

Weapons
Faenor carries an elven longbow, Rhîwrûth of Telperion, as well as Ringil, sword of ice, the blade of Fingolfin. He also carries an unnamed blade that matches Ringil's slender silver-and-sapphire profile, though this sword has jet gems as opposed to sapphires in the pommel. It is reputed that the unnamed sword was used by Dior Eluchíl.

Quotes
'Of old, I was a warrior to be feared. I knew kings and princes, and foes more powerful than you could imagine. Try to think about what kind of mark that makes on one's life, and then you may judge my actions. But not beforehand.'

'I ought to have little enough trust for mortal men. They lie, they betray, they conceive evil against themselves and others. Yet I still believe that, in their heart of hearts, they are good.'

'When your king, an Elda you trusted and admired, dies in your arms, nothing becomes too sorrowful for you to bear.'

'I am not proud of my deeds, no. I did them because they were necessary, not because I sought glory. That is the root of all heroic feats.'

'Time is like a swift stream for you, my friend, for mortal life is like a blooming cherry-blossom: Beautiful, but gone so quickly. But for me, time is like a lazy river, for elven life is like an oak: Unyielding and immortal.'

'It was a dark road, and darker still the deeds that brought me here.'