The news warmed him. "Elrond is well, though I fear he is angry with me." Because they'd chosen different paths. "But I am happy here. These are good people." He just wished Elrond wouldn't have to watch him grow old and die.

Elros shook himself and after taking a bite of fruit, picked the bowl of broth up and simply offered a spoon of it to Maedhros. No judgement or disgust. Only love and a hope that he could help.

"He pushed himself hard. Let him enjoy himself a bit, rest. As I mean to ensure you do before we set out."