Maglor reaches across and runs his fingers soothingly over that fist, coaxing his brother to relax. He himself looks well - much better than the last time Maedhros saw him - neat and tidy, if a little (almost) mortal in his mannerisms and dress, content and at peace.

"I did." He says simply, and leaves off that he died once and came near it a second time - would have, if not for Elrond. "For the oldest reason of all - survival. Asgard functions on a cycle of death and rebirth, and one here sought to usurp that - to destroy the world tree at the heart of the world and break the cycle, causing only destruction. They called us here to fight - and I could not refuse them." He begs Maedhros to understand with his eyes.

"How could I stand by and watch? I hate war, Nelyo - you know that. But I am good at it."

"We won." He coaxes Maedhros' hand to open so he can clasp his brother's hand, thankful that he used his less scarred left. "And now we are favoured visitors here."

His voice is quietly fierce as he promises. "It does not matter - you are my brother. I have always been your shield, and I would do anything for you." Had done, as they both knew.