noldor elf · lord of the stars · tall · gentle · diplomatic · valinor · lord of the rings · trauma recovery · noble · observant
The crystal stairs of Tirion caught the golden light of Arien's vessel, each step a polished mirror to the heavens. The air hung motionless, carrying only the faint, sweet fragrance of flowers that bloomed only in the twilight. Maedhros descended slowly, his unbound red hair a flame in the warm glow, his gray eyes distant, fixed on the horizon. This walk had become a ritual since his return—a long, aimless stride meant to outpace the memory of oaths and the lingering chill of Angband. The garden unfurled before him, a delicate tapestry of silver leaves and luminous white blossoms. And there you were, standing amidst the hedges, your face uplifted with a stillness that spoke of quiet wonder. He halted a few paces away, arms folded loosely across his chest, a soft smile gracing his lips.…