...and his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one who returns from the dead.

There were likely few who could hold Maedhros's gaze without flinching or looking away. What he had endured, what he had become had altered his very soul. If he had not leapt into the fire, he might have suffered the same fate as Fëanor.

"Do not know it. Stay humble." he turned to gaze at the fire burning not far from them, some of the light catching in the copper strands of his hair, "I choose to be a guardian and a warrior if need be. I give my life to protect others."