Haldir was incredibly kind. After a life of bloodshed, failure and loss - not necessarily in that order - Maedhros appreciated that quality greatly. He knew he was, in a way, taking advantage of it - it was nice to converse with someone and not have blades making an appearance.

"I concur." he loved his father, but he knew Fëanor was a rash, dangerous and oft irrational Elf, "The intent behind them was not foul. Atto was proud. Too proud. And far too quick to anger." he felt fatigued speaking of pride and anger.

Those qualities were rife in his family. They were literally the fools that flew too close to the sun, thinking they would never be burned.

"Your trials are no less important or heavy than my own. All we can do is live our lives to the best of our ability."