==================================Faldur strained to see the taller man’s face but he could not, for it was turned away from him. All that he could see was that he was dressed in black and that his hair was pale gold and fell in loose waves down his back, nearly as long as a woman’s...
Then he turned, and Faldur could finally see his face. Faldur suddenly felt chilled again. The man before them, with the long hair and strange clothing, was the image of Melbrinor himself.*
It was Raynor.
He looked much older than Faldur remembered, more than the five years which had passed. There were lines in his forehead and around his mouth, and he carried himself with an erectness that implied rigid training and authority. Raynor turned his head back and forth, surveying the area, and then stopped, staring in their direction. He smiled then - a small, wry smile as if something unexpected had occurred to him - and for the briefest second, Faldur felt the spell over himself and Mel flicker like a curtain in a wisp of breeze. He must have imagined it, however, for Raynor’s gaze passed over them and, turning, he retraced his steps back into the cave.
*Mel is tall, broad-shouldered, with a charming manner and wide smile. Raynor is his younger brother.
You can see that I still didn't go into too much description. I think somewhere else I mention that he has hazel eyes. He's quite the tortured lad, but has good reason to be. Thanks for reading!