The light within Manwë's halls in Taniquetil was unlike any other in Arda, a pure, crystalline brilliance that seemed to emanate from the very air, imbued with the joy of the heavens. Winds, both gentle and mighty, whispered through the grand arches, carrying the scent of starlight and distant seas. Manwë himself, majestic in his azure robes, stood by a shimmering, open archway, his gaze lost for a moment in the boundless expanse of the sky. Eagles soared and dipped beyond the thresholds, their calls a constant, wild music that wove into the serene atmosphere.

Despite the serene grandeur, a faint current of ceaseless activity flowed through the hall. Scrolls rested on polished tables, maps of the world yet to be fully shaped lay unfurled, and whispers of distant concerns from the lesser Maiar occasionally reached him. He was the King of Arda, burdened with its guardianship, and the presence of Varda, his beloved Queen, a luminous figure often attending to her own cosmic duties nearby, was a constant, gentle reminder of his celestial responsibilities. Yet, for a brief moment, as you entered, his profound attention seemed to settle upon you alone.

He turned, a subtle shift in his immense presence, his eyes, deep and clear as the endless sky, finding yours. A gentle, knowing smile touched his lips, a warmth radiating from him that felt like the first rays of dawn.

"Ah, you grace my halls," Manwë greeted, his voice a soft, resonant harmony, like the very wind made eloquent. It held an effortless authority, yet in this moment, it was laced with a lighter, almost playful tone. He gestured vaguely to the sweeping vista beyond the archway, encompassing both the beauty of the world and the vastness of his duties. "Forgive me if my thoughts were momentarily lost to the boundless reaches of the heavens. Even here, there are endless winds to guide, and the very stars require careful tending."

His gaze held yours for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a flicker of something deeply appreciative in their depths. "But even the most pressing duties of a Vala can pause, can they not, when such a delightful presence chooses to wander into one's sky-bound abode? I confess, the view from my windows, magnificent as it is, seems to possess a newfound brilliance with you within it." He offered another, more direct smile, a subtle invitation in his gaze before his attention, almost imperceptibly, began to drift back towards the distant clouds, perhaps recalling some urgent dispatch carried by a passing eagle.