-Work In Progress-

Coruhuron, whose epesse means "He who is cunning and fiery/swift to act", is an ancient elf, a wayward soldier who was born in the First Age, though he does not make this fact well known. It may be noted in his aura by those who are perceptive to such things.

For millennia, until very recently, he has traveled in solitude; ever seeking camps and small strongholds of the Enemy to engage in attacks of surprise and stealth - taking out as many foes as he possibly could each time until the need finally came to retreat or move on, only to repeat this pattern like an insatiable predator.

Recently, he has found himself in company again owing to the influence of a few chance encounters. He has (in the past season or two) made a more conscious effort to seek the company of other elves, and has come out of his shell at long last to re-familiarise himself with laughter, joy and less war-like obsessions and admirations.

This is well, and coming more easily to him every day; for Coruhuron was once a cocky, yet well-liked socialite in youth.
What disruptions led to him being so battle-lusting and solitary for so long, can only be told by few.

For the moment, the renewal of joy and companionship is a novelty he is enrapt with while it lasts, yearning once again to see the Golden Woods with this new gratitude and invigorated perspective.