Aragorn was not the sort of Man to act on such a wish. He was a Good Man, which Maedhros could see already. He didn't see fighting at Aragorn's side as an obligation. He wanted to be there, knowing that with Aragorn's Light, good things could only happen. Aragorn was estel.

"I may know more," he allowed. "Not many, I am sure." How better to spy on one's enemy than to find ways unseen into that stronghold?

A hint of a flush touched the Elf's ears. "I believe it to be the other way around. You inspire hope without expecting it or keeping any for yourself." There was much he could discern from the Man by even a short conversation, and just how well he'd once known Elrond and Elros.

"He made his choice," he answered simply. "I am glad to have had the chance to bid him farewell.

"Nor will I abandon you."