Raking fingers across his face, he let out a deep breath of relief. They were not here. And two were beyond anyone's reach now. Although, if anyone were to find the last one in Arda, especially if that someone was the enemy.

“Such things should not exist,” he said as much to himself as he did to the other. He ran his hand across his face again.

He looked back up at Maedhros. Studying him yet again, hoping to figure out what he should do. What he should say. What should he say?

“I suppose my own failures do seem slight in comparison....”