Who: Maedhros, Neytiri & Huan What: A first meeting Where: The woods When: Evening Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress
Summer had come, leaving behind the whispering trails of Spring and destroying all vestages of Winter. It would be beautiful to note, remarkable even, the feel of the sun on one's skin, and the scent of fresh grass in the air. There was something to be said of nature when it was in its fullest in spring and the darkest in winter. And yet how drastic a change it had been from one hour to the next when Maedhros arrived several weeks--or was it months now?--ago. But. No, the weather didn't touch upon Maedhros' mind so much as the lack of life did.
Or more specifically the lack of things important to the happiness of his private life.
This place was queer, there were a thousand things he did not understand or simply refused to acknowledge, and each day he spent here left him feeling more and more restless. It was difficult not to focus on the things he'd left behind. The things he loved. And so distractions became necessary. But what distractions could prove enough to settle the mind of an elf? Let alone the mind of one of the ever restless Noldor. For he was a being that was occupied by great and troubling things, and the trivial unimportant tidbits of peoples' every day lives meant nothing to him. As surely as his life meant nothing to them.
He shoved away the darker thoughts that bit and tore at him, tried to summon the perfect calm that came so naturally to Fingolfin, or even the Vanya. All to little affect; it failed him consistently, for his fiery spirit combated the kinder nature of his disposition always, leaving him restless and unable to sit idle. Maedhros thrust out his hand--for he only had the one--and carefully touched the moss brushed tree. The bark felt cold, and not only because it was evening and the sun setting, but because there was only a faint life to it. A warmth spread from his palm and Maedhros spoke a word in the Elvish tongue of his people.
"Wake up," he said, his voice lyrical and pure. "Heed my words, wake and I will teach you the tongue of the Elves." The branches stirred, as if touched by a soft breeze.
In the distance, Huan raised his head and watched with the careful intensity of a dog, his head cocking not because the branches stirred. Maedhros ignored him, and closed his eyes to dive into the waking life of the tree.