queermelon

Born in a small house far from the city of Fenn, Llovyn was hit by the realization of the hardships of life at the young age of 5 being told that his mother had died during child birth. Though his mother was a snow elf his father was a High elf and so was his grandfather who was a part of the conflicts between Laureh'lin and Haelun'or. Maybe it was the distance from the city or his general interest in the world around him and other places but he never really wanted to join the military. He knew not much of his father who was working somewhere on some distant mission. Mainly he had his brother. A 214 year old snow elf named Lushapin.To Llovyn he was a father figure, a mentor and most importantly a friend, of which he had few of. But Llovyn couldn’t pretend that he enjoyed staying where he was and wanted to explore. At the ridiculously young age of 40 he set out to be more productive with his long life. He had travelled for ten years exploring all of the elven cities. From Warhawkes to Dominion. From Dominion to Haelunor. He had even gone to visit the Northeners in Haense which was by far his favourite and a go-to destination in the case that he needed a bed for the night. One day, on his 52nd birthday Llovyn had recieved a letter from his brother, Lushapin. Lushapin had fallen ill, which surprised Llovyn as it is an uncommon occurance for elves to be sick. Lushapin was in need of care but he had no one but Llovyn. Lushapin had moved to Fenn a few yeard prior to be closer to the market and his friends. Llovyn had not visited Fenn yet due to the fear that he would be forced to join the army there but he decided to go because his brother had never left him no matter what.