"Yes. If you do not see to it, you will weaken." Maedhros sat beside him again, resting his arms on his knees, "Without rations, Men will sicken within a day."

Since his foster-son had become one of the race of Men, he thought it best to learn of them quickly and well. He too had felt the pangs of hunger and fatigue, but he at least knew their origin. Unlike Haldir, he had spent centuries feeling...ill. Morgoth had left a lasting taint upon him.