Is that why you live? To be plagued by your memories and to remember the names and faces of those you killed? [What a sad existence. Vanyel stares at Maglor hard.] What of the present? There is much to cherish.

[His expression falls and he closes his eyes.] I do not know the extent of Maedhros's pain, but I can see the extent of yours. Has no one ever comforted you?

[The impression causes his haughty air to falter and he frowns, puzzling.]

Why does that sound somewhat familiar? ...was that the Lady Galadriel? [He's stunned.]