It wouldn't surprise Maedhros if he heard Elrond had spoken little of Elros. He knew that pain couldn't be easy for Elrond. "I will tell you about him in time." A nod. "I will not forget him. Neither will his brother." There were some memories he would keep to himself, most of the darker days.

He tensed, then let out a quiet breath. "Ever perceptive." Approving, for that would help keep Aragorn alive. He nodded, quelling the unease any touch brings. "I will heal. Your ada has seen to that. And when you feel we should go, we will." Life was never dull around the sons and descendants of Eärendil.