Gods... Valar... They have the same ring to them and Maedhros stiffens, his hand clenching until his knuckles are white on the table.

"Why was the war fought?" his eyes take in Maglor, searching for old or new injuries, "Did you participate?"

Lips twisting, he glances down at himself. Between the two of them, he is the one who looks most prepared for battle - though his missing right hand makes matters complicated.

"I should be telling you that."