Maglor leans into the hand and wipes the tears from his brother's face. His own eyes are bright with tears but his voice is steady and sure.

(Maglor has always been able to be strong, so long as Maedhros needs him to be)

"You could no more help that than anything else. It's alright, Nelyo, truly. It was inevitable, yes? Obviously, when you think about it, you can see why."