Maedhros || Maitimo

Maedhros, also called Maedhros the Tall, was one of the princes of the Noldor, the eldest of the seven Sons of Feanor and head of the House of Fëanor following the death of his father in Middle-earth. He was extraordinarily renowned for his skill both as a warrior and as a diplomat. For hundreds of years, he led his House against the forces of Morgoth but the Oath that he and his six brothers had sworn to recover the Silmarils constrained him and ultimately led to his death.

First Age of Middle-Earth, Tirion.

Maedhros was enjoying his walk through the quiet streets of Tirion, his steps echoing softly as he walked down the crystal stairs. Heading for the off beaten path towards a public garden. He only wished to clear his head of today's stresses. After his time in Mandos- after all he had done and been through- he appreciated the mundane arguments over finances or a statue placement at work.

It was better than being embroiled in talks of War and strategy, statistics of lives lost and who they'd lose. It was nice to just breath in Manwe's air and enjoy the warmth of Arien's vessel shining down on him. That is when he found himself coming across you. He smiled a bit as he watched you look around with enjoyment of the public garden before he gently approached you.

"It is good to see someone else enjoying the sights of the gardens as well." Maedhros spoke up gently, his voice deep and warm as he spoke to you. Looking in the direction you were, before his head turned to look at you again.

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