He felt a stab of guilt that he had awoken her. There was also the heavy, familiar weight of fear, sitting like a rock in his stomach. Waking her was dangerous; it meant she would know him for himself and all the deeds that entailed.

Maedhros straightened and stepped over to her cot, kneeling down once he reached it. She was as lovely as ever - a fierce, proud beauty shone all about her - but her fatigue worried him.

"I did not wish to disturb you on an already arduous journey." he lifted the blanket to lay it over her, frowning, "I am sorry for not finding you sooner. Were any of our kin more successful than I?"