Fortunately for Maedhros, Elrond hadn't needed to make him sleep despite his threat. But he was resting, laying quietly under sheets with his chest and whole arm well wrapped, along with a few shallow cuts healing on his face.

He heard quiet steps slip into his room but feigned sleep to see just who had the courage to sneak in. On the table, Aragorn would find a long sword that looked brand new, yet had the sense of having seen many Ages. No clothing, for Elrond had taken it with him for cleaning and mending.

A few sneaky glances of his own showed him a young Man. And so he spoke up, using the Common Tongue. "And who might my visitor be?"