[ There is nothing in his life that could have prepared him for winding up on a speeding death trap between one breath and the next. He chalks it up to some sort of dark magic, clearly Morgoth's fault, and braces himself when the train finally comes to a stop. And then he's up and moving outside; a 7'4", redhaired elf in armor, standing on the platform and carefully reading whichever posters catch his eye. (How he can read what is obviously a foreign tongue escapes him at the moment.)
And then it starts to rain.
All in all, it's not the best welcome that Maedhros, eldest son of Feanor, could have asked for. But it's not the worst, either. ]
maedhros | tolkien legendarium
[ There is nothing in his life that could have prepared him for winding up on a speeding death trap between one breath and the next. He chalks it up to some sort of dark magic, clearly Morgoth's fault, and braces himself when the train finally comes to a stop. And then he's up and moving outside; a 7'4", redhaired elf in armor, standing on the platform and carefully reading whichever posters catch his eye. (How he can read what is obviously a foreign tongue escapes him at the moment.)
And then it starts to rain.
All in all, it's not the best welcome that Maedhros, eldest son of Feanor, could have asked for. But it's not the worst, either. ]