«Tolkien Stimboards 11/? : Nelyafinwë»
Maedhros loved autumn. It always intrigued him how trees would lose a part so important to them in order to survive. The bright gradients of goldens, reds and browns mesmerized him.
He would take long strolls among the gardens, dried leaves crunching beneath his feet. Days he would spend sitting by the library's windows, watching the constant rain of colours.
It was wonderful, how after a harsh weather these trees would again rejuvenate themselves. They would treat themselves to their uniqueness, through blossom of a few hundred colours of flowers.
Maedhros could say with certainty that autumn was his favourite season.