Maedhros was still adjusting from being transported from the fiery heart of a volcano to a place that was so like Arda that he was not sure if they were different at all. Or maybe Eru made two worlds and this was the second? Either way, it felt good to be whole again - he had two hands and he was free of the scars he had gained in life. As such, it felt right to visit the training grounds and put his strength to the test.

He did not, for one moment, expect to see his brother - his shadow - striking out at a target there before him. He blinked several times, waiting for the image to fade, but it was stubborn in its reality. If he approached, would he disappear? If he called out, would that undo this spell?

Anxious and desperate for answers, he walked to another target and hit it with all his might, sending it flying towards Maglor. His brother was too good of a warrior for that to hit him.