A Game of Chess
He watches me from across the tabletop, waiting for me to make my move. The game requires lots of patience, of which his can be short, and it also requires lots of thought. One cannot just forge ahead with their pieces on the board. He taught me that.
Our friendship is a peculiar one. We have known each other since our cradle days it seems, though it has only been a few weeks. His long, red hair glistens red-gold in the sunlight and I hear him sigh in mock despair.
"Is it my turn yet, Glinneth?"
"Not just yet, Maedhros."