Grey Summer Garden by Himring  

Grey Summer Garden

Fingon emerges from the house into the grey light of dawn. Maedhros nudged him gently awake, as requested, but is already outside, standing tall beside the rose bush. There is so much dew this morning that you could believe it had rained in the night.
Maedhros gently touches a dewy rose bud.
‘Do you remember?’
Does Fingon remember? That secretive morning gift of a wet rose bud that he once preserved in private until it crumbled in his loving fingers.
‘I do.’
Maedhros carefully twists off the fresh moist bud and offers it to him openly on his extended palm.

Chapter End Notes

If you want to find more about the setting of this post-re-embodiment scene, you may want to read Maedhros and the Gardener.