Elrond's Questions

- Lothithil
We saw her fall before our eyes
The Sea took her from our sight
Brother, what will become of us?
Our father is gone, searching
The swords which have drunk so deeply
Of the blood of our folk, do they thirst still?
Maedhros eye is fury, and his hand holds death
Yet Maglor comes forward, his hands empty
I see into his heart, I see his regret and pain
The Oath is a trap from which he cannot escape
Without the help of our mercy

Brother Elros, what do we do?
Shall we take his hands?