setting: the bar [open]
Maedhros has been in places like this before, so although he's surprised to find himself in a strange hotel, he's not entirely disorientated. He's settled in comfortably in the years he's been here ("Stuck here") in the 21st century, much more easily than Findekano ever did.
He's dressed in modern clothes, with a bit of the rock-star look about him; long red hair, scruffy blue jeans (which, because of his height, are much too short and show off the red socks he's wearing beneath), loose white shirt with sleeves long and baggy enough to conceal the stump of his right arm without drawing too much attention to it. Black leather vest over the top, and a bandana to keep his hair covering his pointed ears.
Since hotels are pretty much the same everywhere, it doesn't take Maedhros long to find the bar, where he perches on a bar stool and orders a double navy rum. Its rich colour and caramel taste is the nearest he's found, in this age, to Miruvor. He cradles the drink in his left hand, sips it slowly, and wonders where he is, and why he's been brought here.
Maedhros is now living happily in the 21st century, in England, and works in a bookshop, as per this fanfic I wrote some while ago: The Scent of Old Books.