Even to those who work or trade with them regularly, the ancient race of Elves is the very definition of mysterious. Simultaneously familiar and remarkable, at least to Humans, almost everything about them is an intoxicating, surreal collection of contradictions. They are commanding, yet effortlessly graceful. Mirthful, but ancient and wise. Withdrawn, though compassionate and kind. When the denizens of Terrinoth think of Elves, they usually think of the Elves belonging to the Latari Tribe, who have dwelled in the Aymhelin Forest since time immemorial. Yet Elves have developed several distinct cultures in the tribes scattered across Mennara: the Deep Elves in the Dunwarr Mountains, the Salish Tribe in Isheim, and the Nivalis and Feredel tribes of even more distant, legendary lands. Those who wander Mennara follow the siren calls of righteousness, adventure, and lost knowledge.

Despite being elegantly lithe and often preternaturally beautiful, at a glance, most Elves could be mistaken for Humans: their hair, skin, and general proportions tend to run a gamut similar to that of Humans. However, farther into the wilderness, where the Elves have dwelled alongside nature for millennia, those similarities tend to fade. In these primordial and forbidding places, Elves possess sharper, more distinctly inhuman features and coloring that strongly resembles the natural world around them. Their hair or eyes may be as white as a falling star, as green as an emerald, as burgundy as ripe grapes, or as scarlet as a turning maple leaf.

Elven society has spent millennia slowly evolving into two distinct groups: the highborn nobility and everyone else, considered „lowborn“ by comparison. The highborn are those Elves only one or two generations removed from the Elves of Emorial and Latariana's time. They occupy almost all positions of power in the government, temples, or military of the tribes. In the court of the Latari Tribe, they vie for King Aeoneth’s favor and make great shows of forming alliances and working toward agendas that are in the “best interests” of all Elvenkind. Those highborn Elves who have never left the comfort of Lithelin are referred to as the „Eolam,“ or blue-bloods. They nominally work together to return the Elven peoples to the Empyrean or root out the vestiges of the Ynfernael from this world. Meanwhile, they secretly work toward sabotaging their rivals and enhancing their own influence and prestige. Elsewhere, highborn serve as tribal leaders and the arbiters of Elven culture. The lowborn Elves are those born several generations removed from the ancient ones. The tribes' artisans, craftspeople, hunters, and warriors tend to be drawn from this lower caste of the Elves. Because of Elves' incredibly long lives, lowborn Elves have little chance for advancement—only in times of great tumult and grave losses are the upper positions in Elven society opened up, and not without great hesitation. Instead, most lowborn Elves dedicate themselves to becoming masters of the various vocations that their tribes need for survival. Lowborn Elves of the Latari Tribe often live in the wilder regions of the Aymhelin and enjoy a life more in tune with the natural cycles of the world, calling themselves the „Verdelam,“ or green-blooded. They dwell in and among the trees, hunt the various game that roam the woods, and trade for the few necessities the deep forest doesn’t provide. Sometimes, lowborn Elves journey out into the world in search of adventure, fame, and fortune. Many of them take residence in Human and other cities where they establish their own societies alongside the natives quite independent of Latari societal structures.

Elven culture varies widely between the various tribes, yet a few common threads run throughout their species. The majority of Elves prefer a reclusive, isolated existence and interact only with other Elves. They are not xenophobic, but they possess a certain air of superiority when it comes to dealing with the younger races. The Elves achieved marvelous technological advancements and formed complex societies while the rest of the world was still hunting and gathering, so they grew to depend solely on their own kind. When Elves do interact with the other races, typically during the course of trade or adventure, most are compassionate and kind—although their benevolence comes with a very noticeable condescension. Elves have spent millennia waiting for the rest of the world to mature to their level, a fact they are not shy about expressing in the most paternalistic way possible. To discuss politics with Elves is to suffer endless quips about the superiority of Elven court, to ask for their help is to invite a lecture on personal growth, and showing baser emotions to them is to provoke several “tsk, tsks” and deeply disappointed stares.

All Elves feel the pain and loss of falling from the Empyrean to dwell among the younger races, and many are striving to ascend again. However, the Tribe of the Deep Elves feels an additional, far more ignoble shame: they fell not once but twice, the second time to Malcorne’s corruption. Those who survived the War of the Shadow Tear—the darkness that enveloped Mennara long before the mortal races came into being—have spent their long lives trying to atone by hunting Ynfernael creatures wherever they are found. The Deep Elves have an almost singular focus in this crusade and will stop at nothing to purge the Ynfernael from the world, as well as purge their still-fallen counterparts, the Daewyl Elves. However, there are those who feel that this drive is leading their clan down a dangerous path, as their search for a strategic advantage finds them ever more willing to embrace any power that may help them in their quest. This means that many Elves, including some among the Deep Elves themselves, are watching things unfold with a wary eye, guarding diligently against the day when the rest of the Elves might again be forced to wage war against their cousins.