Elros knew without him explaining and he felt...grateful. Words were hard to come by and he was so tired. As he stood, he seemed ready to collapse in on himself again, but it was only through sheer will that he, instead, walked forward. Yes. To Elros.

To warmth. To safety. To all the things he did not deserve.

"You - are - "

Everything he wasn't. Maedhros's expression briefly showed a fierce, protective love before he lost consciousness, falling forward. The jewel fell from his hand, which was a blessing, revealing the hole it had burned in his palm.