The park was familiar, in a sense, though he'd only been in Lawrence for a few days. He enjoyed the freshness of the air, and the feel of nature's brush on his skin. It caressed him in a way that could only be described like the touch of a woman, soft and gentle.. a subtle breeze of affection that slipped away when one grasped at it too hard. It was faint, but enough to make his ears twitch back in appreciation and lighten his heart immensely. He loved the trees, and though they were silent he was hopeful that he could eventually coax them into speech once more.
For now, he merely listened for the sound of water on stone and searched for the pond with far seeing eyes. Ah, there! He caught sight of the reflection of the water, the glint from the light of the sun. He allowed the distant sight of the sun to infuse his soul with light and hope, burying himself in the simplicity of nature for the moment, while his mind traveled back to the state of Middle-Earth as he'd left it.
"There are far green fields," he said, "with tall trees that reach high to the skies. Taller even than these, with voices of their own. Nature speaks. They make music, talk to each other.. cross steep valleys with many secrets.. spread out over leagues and leagues of land, over which a canopy of stars alight in the night. It is the Year of the Sun. I recall her first rising, to the West over the horizon of the world. She set in the East, but come her next rising she came East and settled West forever after; Anar, the Vanyar call her.. but forever will she be our Heart of Fire, our Vasa and our symbol of hope."
He paused briefly, "It is Arda. Middle-Earth in the tongues of men.. and she besieged by dark powers seeking dominion over all. Tears unnumbered we have shed, and countless blood has been spilled.. but Arda, our Blessed Ea survives so long as we defend her soil.
"But, come. Let us wake the pond, and once we have brought them from their sleep we will wake the sea," he smiled that brilliant smile and took Ariel's hand into his own, gayly, to lead her delicately to the pond in which the tiny, forlorn creatures made their life. He truly did wish to bring back their voices, if only to see the Lady happy and to give her a moment's pleasure. Settling down on the banks of the pond, Maedhros touched the water reverently, humming a light very lyrical sound infused with the magic of his elven spirit.