Lorindel, the younger of the Marinus brothers,  is quiet and unassuming. He lets his brother take the spotlight and keeps to the shadows where he can keep an eye on everyone and everything until his skills are needed. When not on a mission he tends to be more easygoing and eager to find the fun then his older brother.  He is 25 years old, 5′ 2″, fair complexion, dark eyes and raven black hair.

Lorindel grew up with his older brother Indranil on a homestead deep in the Dreadwood Forest. Their mother, Anlaith, was the daughter of Keoish homesteaders who lived near the rather unimaginatively and ominously named For Dread. Fort Dread was a built as a base for the King’s Rangers operating in the Dreadwood in alliance with the high elves whose home the forest was. Fort Dread was also a place of refuge for those times when the forest was overrun with invaders from the Hool Marshes, in the past raiders from the Hold of the Sea Princes, in the more recent past orcs, hobgoblins, and even savage Amedi warriors in thrall to the Scarlet Brotherhood. In the Dreadwoods it was not unheard of for the high elves of either sex to have dalliances with the humans living there. These were brief flings from the elvish point of view, two or three decades of slumming with the humans just to see what it would be like – though there was genuine affection in most cases, even love. And the elves made sure that their paramours and any offspring would always be provided and cared for. From the human point of view, as in Alaith’s case, it was a different story. Anlaith saw her elvish husband Ilmerion as a fairy tale romance come true. Ilmerion was an elvish ranger who had already lived for over a century and sired two elvish children with a pretty elf maid when Anlaith met him. Ilmerion was quite taken with Anlaith. For a human, she was very attractive, and unlike the more delicate elf-maidens much more rough and ready, and as a frontierswoman quite self-sufficient and even pushy. Ilmerion was charmed by this, and Anlaith was flattered by this elf-lord’s attentions. A brief courtship followed and one sunny spring morning over two decades past they were hand-fasted by a priest of Correlon Larethian the god of the elves. Indranil was born first, 27 years ago, and then Lorindel, 25 years ago. Indranil took after the father in terms of vocation and by his early teens was spending months away from home on expeditions with Ilmerion and other elvish and human rangers. Lorindel, however, felt more of an inclination to follow Anlaith’s ways, the ways of the stealthy scout. Anlaith’s uncles helped to further train Lorindel and so it was that Indranil came to be one of the King’s Rangers, and Lorindel became a member of the units of skirmishers and scouts based at Fort Dread. Anlaith, however, now lives alone on the homestead, Ilmerion still visits her from time to time, but his visits are sometimes worse than his absences. She is no longer a starry eyed young maiden, the blushing bride of an elf-lord; but a woman whose bloom is fading, presiding over an empty nest and living alone like a spinster in the forest gloom. When Ilmerion comes to her, looking no older than his own sons, Anlaith can’t help but think that he only returns out of pity, the way one would make sure that an old dog or cat is still fed and cared for as it gets more and more decrepit. She is not bitter, but she has come to prefer the unselfconscious loneliness, though when her sons are able to visit she feels a great pride in them and thanks the gods for the blessings she has received in life.

Lorindel and Indranil have both met their older half-brothers, Ciramel and Elbdir. The two elven brothers live among their own kind, spending their days hunting, drinking, singing, dancing, and making merry in shady bowers and groves. From a human point of view they have done nothing significant in their lives, even though they have lived almost four times longer than Anlaith’s children. From the elvish point of view they are still just children, though they are already competent with sword and bow and can hold their own against any threat from the marshes, and their skills in more gentle arts are no less refined. This has sometimes been hard for the half-elven brothers to accept, and they also can’t shake the feeling that Ciramel and Elbdir look upon them with condescension, even pity, though cloaked in kindness. To the elf brothers, the humans and half-elves live like mayflies and so it would be no use getting attached to them or taking them too seriously. For this reason Lorindel and Indranil spend more time among the humans, since humans at least do not view them with pity, though sometimes with a kind of awe, as though they were mystical beings that one should be wary of and keep at a distance .