The Sunspire hesitations outside the door

a smile curves his mouth, brightening his features. in a way, he'd built rannoch up to be a mythic figure in tindómë's history (a fact that he would probably keep to himself) -- the king before mato's prince, the figure who encouraged the silver-spun druid to begin his own journey. he does not disappoint the idea that delight came up with -- of course, delight's tendency to idealize the figures in his life is not exactly a positive quality of his, but it is also one he is not aware of.

either way, he likes rannoch is the thing. "well, thank you," he replies, nodding briefly. "it's much bigger than our previous home -- part of why we moved was due to how isolated we were -- and it's beautiful. i can see why you chose it before." delight does have questions, but they're not exactly of the nature rannoch means: he clears his throat and tilts his head slightly. "i'm also tindómë's historian," he says - admits, really, "actually - i'd always sort of hoped to talk to you about the vale - how you met mato, what it was like, that sort of thing. maybe we can another time, if it's not too much trouble?"