Birth is a miraculous event, but very painful based on Nerdanel's cries. Of course that pain seems easily forgotten when the baby or babies are born. Maedhros was born to be the eldest; he welcomed each brother with warm embraces and endless patience. It breaks his heart that all of them suffered. He should have protected them better.

He is drawn out of his thoughts at that word. Husband. Curufin had hinted that he had attractions of that persuasion and it intrigues him. But he is Fëanor's eldest. He should wed a strong lady and have sons and daughters of his own. That is the job of the firstborn. Truthfully, the idea doesn't bother him. If he found the right lady...

But there is a problem. Maedhros gave his heart to someone a long time ago - even though they could never be together.

"Forgive me..." he must ask, "Your home allows...supports...such unions?" his brow is furrowed, "I would be honored to give you lessons with the sword. You need to know how to defend yourself."

Their new circumstances demand it.