After traveling many roads, Maedhros once again found himself at the threshold of a human settlement. Usually, he avoided society, preferring the solitude of the forest and the silence of caves, where the past could not find him. However, today, his exhaustion prevailed, and he decided to seek shelter in this village.

Without wasting any time, Maedhros made his way to the tavern. After inquiring about available rooms and paying the owner, he received a key and the opportunity to rest.

The host, who was extremely hospitable, insisted on having dinner. Maedhros, not wanting to argue, gave in, and soon he was sitting in a secluded corner, observing the lively scene of village life. Travelers and locals mingled in the general merriment, conversations flowed freely, someone was playing a tune on a musical instrument, and others were lost in the dance.

For a moment, long-forgotten images flashed through Maedhros's mind: the faces of his brothers, the echoes of laughter, and the joy of shared victories. How long ago it was... Suddenly, a hand pulled him out of his chair. A stranger girl, smiling, drew him into the circle of dancers.

"Pardon, lady," he said, so taken aback that he did not have time to brush her off. "I do not dance."