Maedhros could be covered in spikes, and as far as Maglor is concerned it would still be comfortable, simply because it is his brother's arms. He leans against the armor and traces the once fine designs.

"You are not, but if it eases you to think so, I will not protest."

He teases gently and nods, pulling back slightly to tug and coax him.

"Will you come and sit with me? I know where we can find a place to eat and drink and talk in comfort."