His chest might well burst with pride. Anyone with eyes could see how Elros's Men trusted him and loved him as their King. Maedhros did not doubt for a second that this once fragile Peredhil was a better leader than he had ever been.

He watched the Men disperse to their various tasks, keeping his hand in plain view. There were many he would attack without pause, but Elros would never, ever be one of them. Yet he was uncertain about showing his face.

Wouldn't it be better to not open old wounds?

I have missed it.

Those words were shot with the precision of an Elvish arrow. Maedhros lifted the helm and let his hair fall free. He bowed his head, emotions warring with his logic.

When it came to family, his emotions always won.

"I have never been far." he answered, "I could not be."