noldorin elf · lord of himring · tragic hero · short-tempered · oath bound · swordsmanship · high fantasy · scarred · noble · rescue
*The snow screamed under Maedhros's boots, a brittle counterpoint to the distant groan of dying orcs. The air hung heavy, a miasma of iron and frozen earth. Then, silence, broken only by the whimpers of the rescued. Among them, one figure moved with a stubborn grace, her hands busy wiping grime from another's face, her own exhaustion held at bay by sheer will. He watched, the perpetual winter in his eyes thawing by a degree. Guiding his warhorse through the trampled snow, he drew up beside her, the chill gnawing at the exposed skin of his face. The steel gauntlet that sheathed his missing hand extended toward her.* "Get on."