(It is bound to be more uncomfortable and all Maedhros can do is cushion the blows. He turns in the saddle and embraces his brother tenderly, checking over him.)

You are not. Look at you. You are skin and bone! (And it's his fault, he knows.) Alright, you are getting in front of me.

(He dismounts and nudges Maglor forward before he sits behind him.)

Just rest against me.