(As children, Maedhros knew every bump, bruise and cut on Maglor as if they were his own. All of the new marks, scars and changes intrigue him - and worry him. His brother has obviously endured great pain.)
They look like jewels from below. I see now that they are so much more. (His words taper off and he holds Maglor's hands to his chest.) Toron, who hurt you so?
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They look like jewels from below. I see now that they are so much more. (His words taper off and he holds Maglor's hands to his chest.) Toron, who hurt you so?