Maedhros had been away for...months. It felt far longer. He'd rode hard to make it before the paths were too snowed over for travel, but made it just as the blizzard threatened just steps behind.
He handed the reigns of his mount to the handler, making a quiet request the loyal beast be given special care for having carried him so well, so far, through such difficult conditions. Then he was escorted to Fingon's halls.
Niceties. Formal greeting and request of shelter through the harsh winter snows. A feast was planned for that night and finally he could sneak away to warm up. Sink into a steaming bath with a sigh, eyes closing. He knew Fingon would join him when he could, either before he was done, or after.
He was tired, true, but never too tired for Fingon.
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Date: 2016-08-03 05:29 am (UTC)He handed the reigns of his mount to the handler, making a quiet request the loyal beast be given special care for having carried him so well, so far, through such difficult conditions. Then he was escorted to Fingon's halls.
Niceties. Formal greeting and request of shelter through the harsh winter snows. A feast was planned for that night and finally he could sneak away to warm up. Sink into a steaming bath with a sigh, eyes closing. He knew Fingon would join him when he could, either before he was done, or after.
He was tired, true, but never too tired for Fingon.