Tragedy befell his early life. Not always was this warrior of the Guard brooding, and silent. As a young child others couldn’t keep the lad quiet, or still for that matter. A rather short, skinny, bony boy, no one guessed that he’d ever turn into such a powerful looking muscular Rider of the Mark. Fewer still imagined him having a standing in the Citadel Guard. Scrawny and towheaded, he flitted from house to house throughout Rohan proclaiming someday he would be a brave soldier like his father. Everyone laughed heartily at this remark, but humored the young boy.

However his father, Bŷren, started out as a farmer not a soldier. They lived a peaceful life in a small farming community in Rohan outside Edoras, where his father spent his days working in the fields. Bŷren passed on this same trait to his eldest son Luthëarion. Ion went from house of house with his father, who also made a living part time as a gardener for the local neighbors. From these trips Ion learned how to grow plants, and learned he possessed quite a green thumb. To this day he can miraculously revive plants which appear completely dead. The family moved when Ion was a young lad to the peaceful Emyn Arnen, where his younger brother and sister were born. Another odd skill he learned from his mother was shoemaking. Since her family came from a long line of shoemakers, Melethril took up the business. Though not many could picture a woman piecing together sturdy boots for the men in Rohan, Melethril had no choice since her three elder brothers perished in the first battle of the Ring, as well as her father who died happily of old age. However Melethril was not a petite young woman, she held a figure, was rather short, and big boned, she gained the strength to move heavy machinery, and work in her shop. From his father, Ion gained most of his physical aspects, such as his blond hair and tall muscular stature. Though Ion held his mother’s clear blue eyes like the ocean she grew up alongside. Living her early life in a port town, the dark haired Melethril gained a love for the sea which would never sway. This is perhaps why she named her son ‘the enchanting Sea King,’ and for his eyes mirroring the waters she once adored. Still, she became very content living in Rohan with her loving husband who adored horses just about as much as he loved the grassy plains. Although Ion occasional ventured onto a ship for duty purposes, and gained a handle on basic aspects, he never much liked the water. In fact he secretly became slightly seasick. Preferring the stability of land, he came to adore horses and honor just as much as his father.

During the war of the Ring, he lost his father to last stand. While the war continued, unknowing that their father was dead, his little sister, Merilin became ill with a deadly cold that swept through Minus Tirith. None of them knew at the time. The night the news of their father’s death reached them was the most tortured in his life, simultaneously his precious little sister died that night. Soon after his younger brother, Bellfael fell ill. His mother, and he tried all they could, watching over him night and day. Though the illness soon took him as well. Mostly Ion spent his time outside the home trying to work in their fields, at the shop, or do anything he could to keep their family afloat. All the while, Ion grew more quiet and reserved as each tragedy played out. Though no one would guess at its effects on the boy as he kept on a strong smile, and cheery disposition with friends and neighbors. After his brother passed away his mother so overwrote with grief and sorrow soon followed. Died of a broken heart they said, while young Ion had to live with his.

Afterwards the joyous singsong boy was never the same. His sole living relative, an Uncle with a rather nasty disposition, came to the funeral held for the family, and took him away back to Rohan. From there Ion left his friends, and companions with high hopes and dreams still lingering in his mind. His Uncle showed him a harsh reality and deemed to squash his hopeful dreams. From hard labor he grew into the muscular, impressive stature he stands today, as well as an unquenchable ambition. A determined boy with an idealistic sense of morals and justice felt there was more to life than shoveling hay. He wanted dearly to become a knight of Rohan, to ride gallantly through the streets, with those proud men who returned home from battle. He wanted to be a hero. And so, after toiling and giving great effort, not to mention being beaten to a pulp in recruitment, Ion was worthy as a Rider of the Mark, gaining status and then moving onto Minus Tirith.

Formerly a Marshal of the Riddermark, and then a Citadel Guard for Minas Tirith Luthëarion has had many accomplishments, but experienced great losses. As the saying goes, what goes up must come down, he rose very far, but the fall was devastating. Currently he has settled himself in the quiet of Emyn Arnen. Contented himself with the hard work on a small farm and plot of land Luthëarion has made well enough for himself. With a connection to the ‘Wild Boar’ he often brings them supplies for their nightly meals in return for money, which he often gives back to the tavern through drink. On occasion he is also seen at the market place with fresh vegetables, and other wears from his farm. Though more often than not, since he rather despises crowds, a neighboring family, the Grenwood’s, go in his place in return for money and generally a box of their own goods from his farm. They are much more suitable for the job with their sweet, cheery faced daughter Melly, son Fenrin, and the two loveable parents who get on quite well with Luthëarion and can never understand why others don’t see the good heart behind such a quiet man. No one in Emyn Arnen remembers Luthëarion from his childhood days, as he looks nothing the same, besides the fact that he constantly went by Ion rather than his full name he’s grown into as a Guard.