[ closed starter for @sheisthesxnlight ]
Taking in the beauty of Caras Galadhon in the early morning, hands lightly gripping the railing as he looked out over a courtyard, Fingolfin wondered why he so often avoided the place. It was an incredible sight--Galadriel ad Celeborn had built a good life for their people here. A safe place, full of light and joy. He could tell himself it was the mallorns; the great golden trees did remind him of their old home in the West. And yet it wasn’t the trees--the trees were a welcome sight. It was beyond time for him to visit his kin here. These were the blood of his own true brother. Galadriel had walked with him on the Ice. They deserved more than reluctance on his part, especially their younger daughter, who hardly knew more him despite that he had once lived alongside her departed sister. Even if his heart sunk at all the reminders of what he had lost. Pulling his gaze from the grand forests, he turned on his heel and walked into the building. Fingolfin had been in Lothlórien for over a day now, and had not yet spoken to the lady Aureriel. His first day had been spent in the business of rule--discussions with the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien of trade and taxes and the terrors threatening Mirkwood. Today was for family. He let his feet carry him towards where he suspected he might find the Daughter of Sunlight herself--and if she proved to be similar to either her sister or her brother-in-law, that would be the library. Fingolfin opened the door slowly when he arrived, calling out softly, “Hello?”
