(It is so very rare to see Maedhros relaxed and smiling. The expression erases the formidability of his features and makes his blue eyes shine. (Of course his expression can only be seen in person.) His voice, however, can be heard and it is warmer and softer; less terse and challenging.

What is the cause of this transformation, one might ask? A Red Hart is standing near the Elf, enjoying a good brushing on his copper coat. The sound of the brush can be heard over the Crystal - as well as the low sounds of a content Hart.)

This is Maedhros and I have someone new to introduce. He is my chosen mount and his name is Rúnya. I have already ridden him into battle; he handled himself well. I did not know what to make of the Harts, but he is extraordinary. (He pats the Hart's side and gathers a handful of treats from his pocket.) I want to remind everyone that I run a Forge. I can repair and make most weapons and armor. Those items that exist outside of my knowledge I will learn of and repair to the best of my ability.

(With the treats given, he lifts himself easily onto Rúnya's saddle.)

If there is no pressing need for my services at present, I will take myself on a quest. (He has read many tomes on dragons and he has lost his heart to hunt them as viciously as he had first intended. They are not like their Arda counterparts.) Until I depart, you can either find me at the Forge or in Lowtown. I am nearly finished with a project there.

(Instead of moping over the loss of his brother and foster-son, Maedhros has been building better housing for the children of Lowtown.)