Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
Note: late, oops! Also, I seem to have written some decidedly not-in-the-spirit-of-it responses for this challenge. That was not intentional, I promise!
Candlelight swam in the brandy, a glimmer of gold in gold. Glorfindel’s past was refracted through the prism of the glass. He was saying, “You should have seen it,” and seeing it again as he spoke. “The towers – white towers and fountains – and singing under starlight – when the city was done, when we’d built our bright future, when we were safe –”
Memory blazed about him. He sprawled amid nightingale cushions, enrapt. Brandy: it loosened the heart as well as the tongue. Glorfindel liked it better than miruvor.
Erestor’s hands were light on the harpstrings.
“We saw it,” he said, “afterwards.”