And she would know, wouldn't she? But it's an ugly thing to ask about.

"He would want us to be happy," he says instead, then corrects himself. "They- both of them- would. And I can do it; I did not spend the past four hundred years striking poses at my window and pining."

But it still seems harsh, even bewildering, to see Maedhros suddenly swept again out of his life, and without even a farewell.