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Maedhros opened his eyes to the roof of a tent, rather than the Halls of Mandos. The last thing he recalled, as he fell towards the chasm of fire, was a sudden bright light and the touch of feathers.
“We are disappointed in you, Atya,” came Elros’s disapproving voice. “We even had to call the Eagles, as we are not big enough birds ourselves.”
“Everyone is under the impression we have taken you prisoner. Which we have, because you clearly cannot be trusted,” said Elrond. Nonetheless Maedhros could see, once he managed to move, that the twins had bandaged him.