Disclaimer: Tolkien’s creation, his characters, places and stories.
Silence - soft as summer mist, heavy as winter fog… he pushed the door open gently. The bed-chamber was suffused with light… blue-hued, crystalline around him, but hazing to dimly enfolding shadows. The glow seemed brilliant after the darkness outside… was it moonlight?
Barefoot, he felt the chill of polished wood when crossing to the undraped window; he leant against the stone mullions, absently noting his own nakedness. He ran his palm over pale flawless skin, strong, unblemished limbs… took a deep breath… clean, cold…
Outside, tall dark trees billowed with silver-gilded leaves – who knew Mandos’ halls would be so beautiful?