Elrond had faith in his ability to keep the Valley safe, strong in protective magics, and the skill of his patrols. At the least for a time. Maedhros wasn't convinced he wasn't dooming everyone around, but he was powerless around Elrond.

"I am sure you do well by her, Estel."

Did he dare speak of his foster-son's childhood? Eventually he shook his head. "I dare not speak of it. If you wish to know, you will need to ask him yourself."

A faint grin suddenly appeared. "Indeed. You can see why I gave in to his wishes."