Maedhros' fingers tense against Fingon's hand, and the imagine that he had seen mere seconds ago of his own broken, battered body flashed in his memory. It sunk in his stomach like lead.

Without realizing, he began to grip the hand against his cheek. He thought he had escaped this, and suddenly the ever present fear begins to creep back up his spine.

"What? That's not possible. Not even Sauron himself could have--"

He begins, in that moment, to suspect himself trapped. So many centuries since his capture and yet the idea of being trapped again puts the hairs on the back of his neck on end, sends his blood rushing. So long he had thought himself free, and yet...