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[goldenplaits]

[It has been a beautiful day in the woods beyond Valinor, far away from the stifling atmosphere of Tirion; from the glances and stares and whisperings, from all those that still remember and haven't forgiven. Not that the hesitant acceptance, the cold welcome, is surprising: It took long enough for Findekáno to be accepted, and his reputation was and is much more ambiguous than Maitimo's (and he's only been to Alqualondë once, to offer apology and ask for forgiveness to be considered. There has been no answer still, after all this time). For Maitimo...

Findekáno has attempted to take him away from the city as often as possible ever since he returned, just two horses and some light luggage and them, and by now it are days and weeks that sometimes that they stay out.

They have set up camp for the night and the fire is already burning low when the younger elf sits up a bit straighter and looks at the older, seeking to catch his eyes with his own.]

It gladdens my heart to yet again see peaceful days at your side.