"That makes you uncomfortable," the Elf observed gently. "Elrond would not lie about such an important charge. If he kept your true identity from you, it was for your own safety."

Maedhros didn't quite shrug, deciding moving less was best for the time being {namely so Elrond might fuss less}. "That is no shameful thing." Even elflings need sleep!

"Thank you," he looked over at the familiar blade. "I have had it for some centuries, despite its appearance. Such is the might of an Elven-made blade. One of my brothers once made it for me."