Considering the mess the Fëanorians had made of their lives and the world, Maedhros sought simple joy for his fosterlings. Yet they had never been simple. With their intellect, drive and loving hearts, they had found high stations in the world with relative ease.

How could he not be proud? How could he not be terrified?

"I will be there." he chuckled, the sound a bit tired, "We did not have to teach you much. You both took to leadership like ducklings to the water."

Or maybe little cygnets? Maedhros knew the twins had gained their beauty from their parents. He could easily see Eärendil and Elwing in their appearance - so bright and yet dark as night.

"I feel relieved now that I see your Men in action. I knew they were skilled, but their loyalty to you is unquestioned."