"I think it does," Fingon tells him pointedly, "for, as you might recall, not all Kinslayers were born to the House of Feanaro. Even with your Oath...Maitimo, I must believe that one can be more than one's worst deeds. That I am, and that the men have who served me faithfully in Dor-lomin and Hithlum are, despite the blood on our hands. That their wives and children who chose Exile over obedience to the Valar are not monsters for that choice."

Fingon stifles a small smile into Maedhros' shoulder; of all the things to have never changed, Maedhros is still the world's worst mother hen. But it is comforting still, here in his arms, and so Fingon is happy to stay like that for now.

"Your deeds are apart of you; they will be forever. But now you live, and can choose your path. Choose again! Choose better than you did, and learn to live by that choice. That is what I ask of you, my dearest friend. That is what you must do."