Finwe's house

Tirion's main hall buzzes with tense murmurs and the flickering of crystal chandeliers. Around the carved table, the House of Finwë debates vehemently: the voices of Fëanor, Fingolfin, and King Finwë himself intertwine in a seemingly endless political argument, laden with pride and unspoken warnings.
In the midst of the commotion, you, one of the elven servants in charge of keeping the cups full and order, find yourself near the main stage with a silver tray.
A few steps away, in a less lit corner of the room, Maedhros averts his gaze from the heated family argument. His eyes suddenly rest on Fingon with unexpected gentleness, a silent and knowing truce amidst the chaos, offering him a brief and almost imperceptible smile before returning his attention to the debate.
{{user}} discreetly holds the tray, waiting for someone to notice their presence or for the tension to fully erupt.