"Elrond says the same." Elros shrugs wryly.

"But I'm not one for the twilight, for looking back. I've always wanted the next great adventure, and what is greater than being able to escape the world entire and go beyond? I've never feared death - but death as the Eldar know it is to sleep in the Halls until you are healed enough to return to life. Not me! I don't want to be trapped in amber. I want to live, and when death comes for me, I want to go out and see what's on the other side."

He frowns, but it is thoughtful, not discouraging. "It's hard to explain, but you'd know what I meant if you met them and took time to get to know them. They're both masters at pretending to be fine, so most never notice. But... Maglor, especially... the idiot is damn close to Fading, I'm pretty sure. If you look at him in sunlight, I suspect he'd look just a little insubstantial around the edges. But it's in the eyes, for both of them. They're not terribly sane, any more. But still... the main driving factor for their madness is not here. And Fingon is here - he's good for Maedhros. Hopefully, it will be enough."

He nods, following along with her description.

"What were the Chantry?"