Maglor tucks himself in a little closer to his brother, nose right up against Maedhros' neck where he can breath in the familiar smell. Cruel words won't keep him from clinging tight and desperate to not let go. He'd survived losing everyone else.

Maedhros' death had all but destroyed him.

"It's more than that," he insists, fingers twisting in the fabric of Maedhros' tunic. "I would rather never sing again than lose you again."