"Rest is good for you," he parrots back, utterly unrepentant, "and you never take enough of it." He turns to his left, catching sight of a tall shadow-

And the sudden scrape of the bark against Fingon's back is nothing compared to his racing heart as his cousin looms over him. "Maitimo?" He murmurs, taking in those dearly loved features and the urgent pressure of Maedhros' hands...wait, hands?

He looks down and inhales sharply as he confirms. Hands, the one long missing and long missed now restored to what it was. Fingon looks up to Maedhros again, shock and wonder mingled on his face. "Should I be asking you the same question, my dearest friend?"