Born as a Maehr'sae in Haelun'or, fingolfin was an orphan, his mother having died in childbirth and his father having left and been corrupted by an archdemon in the search of dark power. However, few high elves could ever truly be considered an orphan, as the community became his family. He was giving tutelage, food and shelter by his neighbours, and learnt many lessons on the importance of truth and courage. However, his growing up without parents gave him a feeling of superiority, of being able to do things on his own, and his arrogance and similarly lead to a cruelty to those he considered pathetic, stupid or evil. He had a burning curiosity, which had been greatly encouraged by his teachers, and learning as much as he could from them, he turned his eyes to broader horizons, not simply that which he had been taught. He has also been taught the value of manners, although his friendly exterior will often rub off quickly if someone proves to be what he would consider beneath him. Unlike many other high elves, his focus is more on people's character, what they value and how hard they will fight for their values matters more to him than their homeland or even their race.
"It is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Fingolfin, and I am looking not for a greater share of adventure, wealth or status, but rather for knowledge. Do you know of any who are wise or knowledgeable who may teach me?" Fingolfin asked, his hard eyes almost pleading for a confirmation that his trip had not been for nothing. "Well, there are some wise elves and men, higher up by the keep" the gentleman murmured, thinking hard. He suddenly snapped his fingers, a wide grin spread across his face "of course!" he exclaimed, "there is an university over there, get in there and it will take many years before you have learnt all they have to teach you" Fingolfin bowed his head slightly in appreciation, "my thanks" he said, "I greatly appreciate your advice", and he made his way towards the building pointed out by the gentleman. Suddenly stopping, he turned to ask what the gentleman's name was, but when he had turned the gentleman was already gone. Turning back towards the building in mind, Fingolfin walked onwards, his curiosity bringing new vigour to his limbs after his long journey to the bazaar.

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