[ He sits on a branch; translucent wings fluttering behind him from beneath a long mane of red hair, Valinorean-wrought blade at his hip. Even seated, he's tall, assured of towering over most of the other new residents when upright, and if the elegantly pointed ears don't give it away, he's an elf. A very grumpy elf, who has no idea how he got from a war camp to this tree.
Eventually he does get to his feet, movements almost too graceful for his height, and helps himself to some bread and berries. No sense starving himself to make a point. And, hey, if any of the food's poisoned, he'll just wake up in the Halls. Of course, the disorientation hasn't quite worn off yet, so the redhead is having a little trouble balancing a small plate against his chest.
Probably a side effect of only having a stump where a right hand should be. ]
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[ What's the use of having wings if you can't use them?
Maedhros is practicing with his, gradually working up from small jaunts between lower branches to larger ones further up the tree. He's shying away from the fourth floor of the tree house though. Spiders make him nervous and the elf isn't sure he won't instinctively try to slay one. ]
maedhros | tolkien legendarium
[ He sits on a branch; translucent wings fluttering behind him from beneath a long mane of red hair, Valinorean-wrought blade at his hip. Even seated, he's tall, assured of towering over most of the other new residents when upright, and if the elegantly pointed ears don't give it away, he's an elf. A very grumpy elf, who has no idea how he got from a war camp to this tree.
Eventually he does get to his feet, movements almost too graceful for his height, and helps himself to some bread and berries. No sense starving himself to make a point. And, hey, if any of the food's poisoned, he'll just wake up in the Halls. Of course, the disorientation hasn't quite worn off yet, so the redhead is having a little trouble balancing a small plate against his chest.
Probably a side effect of only having a stump where a right hand should be. ]
B
[ What's the use of having wings if you can't use them?
Maedhros is practicing with his, gradually working up from small jaunts between lower branches to larger ones further up the tree. He's shying away from the fourth floor of the tree house though. Spiders make him nervous and the elf isn't sure he won't instinctively try to slay one. ]