Breath shuddered out of him and he bowed his head, letting it hang before he shook his head sharply. "I was too late. I should have moved faster." Somehow. He'd near killed his horse in his haste.

Hesitant, so much shyer than normal, Maedhros inched his way closer, unable to keep from looking at Fingon now that they were so close. Now that no one was around to watch and judge.

"That does not matter now." Firm. He didn't want to talk about how broken Fingon's death had made him. How that one thing had brought him down when even Morgoth and Sauron had failed.