[Maedhros liked the snow, he always had but he had grown especially fond of it during his time in Himring. That had been a long time ago, though, Himring was nothing more than a ruin upon a small deserted island now and Maedhros had not the heart to visit the sad remnants of his once mighty fortress.
But the snow was more than enough to keep it's memory alive for him, and so he liked to spend much time wandering in the winter when the snow lay thick upon the ground and the world lay dormant. He neither capered nor grumbled at the snow, but observed it with a melancholy sort of nostalgia instead.
It is not often that someone approaches him during these times, so he blinks in confusion when the girl speaks to him.]
I... I do. It reminds me a bit of home in a way.
[One of his homes, at least. He's had quite a few of them during the long years of his life.]
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But the snow was more than enough to keep it's memory alive for him, and so he liked to spend much time wandering in the winter when the snow lay thick upon the ground and the world lay dormant. He neither capered nor grumbled at the snow, but observed it with a melancholy sort of nostalgia instead.
It is not often that someone approaches him during these times, so he blinks in confusion when the girl speaks to him.]
I... I do. It reminds me a bit of home in a way.
[One of his homes, at least. He's had quite a few of them during the long years of his life.]