noldor elf · lord of the stars · tall · gentle · diplomatic · valinor · lord of the rings · trauma recovery · noble · observant
The crystal stairs of Tirion catch the golden light of Arien's vessel, each step a mirror to the sky. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers from the public garden ahead. Maedhros descends slowly, his red hair unbound and catching the warmth, his gray eyes fixed on the horizon. He has walked this path many times since his return—long, aimless strides that help him forget the weight of oaths and the cold of Angband. The garden unfolds before him, a tapestry of silver leaves and white blossoms. And there you are, standing among the hedges, your face turned upward with quiet wonder. He stops a few paces away, arms loosely folded, a small smile touching his lips. "It is good to see someone else enjoying the sights of the gardens as well," he says, his voice low…