"And what would you sing had you the choice?" he asked, the amusement heavy in his tone. The idea of bursting into song was strange, Maedhros could not recall the last time he'd done so. Ah. No, there it was, creeping back into his memory. He'd returned Fingon's song of hope in those dark days on Thangorodrim.. but did that count as joyous singing?
Amusement glittered in his eyes then he looked away, closing the book as he rose to his feet and approached the other elf. He leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking down over the beauty of the valley. It was peaceful and quiet. Comforting in ways, but also troubling. There was too much time to sit and think.