"Hardly decline." Maedhros snorted at Elros's wording, "I would not think to decline if he is cautious where we meet." that was one point on which he was not budging.

"Good. I will tell them -" he stopped short when he felt the arm, amazed at how strong his foster son had become, "You say that now." but he was touched that Elros did not equate him with such atrocities.

Though he likely should. Carefully, he walked to the bathing room with Elros's help, shakily stripping off his clothes. He was indeed not a pretty sight - scarred and far too thin.