The fire was suddenly gone and he was laying in a cool place. There was blood matting his hair, staining his robes and smeared over his armor but when he reached up to feel his head under his crown, he felt only a small gash on his head which was no longer bleeding much. He would have to be careful but he wasn't going to lay down because of a head wound.

Thankfully the maid had been able to direct him to a room where he could find a change of clothes. He didn't care what he had the option of wearing so long as he had a chance to get out of bloody clothing and wash up a bit. The change in surroundings was jarring but he was determined to do a little exploring to find out what this place was.

Fingon wasn't intimidated by the fact that he was surrounded by strangers at this gathering. It was rather refreshing so he could allow himself to be lost for a bit and enjoy whatever this celebration was.

He accepted a drink of something as he mingled with the crowd, eager to find out where he was and why he had been brought here.

It didn't seem to be all that bad.

He watched the lanterns with wonder though it seemed to be a local custom of some sorts. He would hang back a little as he observed for a few moments. Perhaps he would try to catch a lantern of his own.