His sweet Elros. Maedhros smiles proudly, reaching out to fondly ruffle his foster-son's hair.

"That is a blessing, dear one; not a given." he sighs and tilts his head, gaze softening. He meets the lunges without complaint, blocking and parrying in equal amounts.

"You are so handsome and strong."

Why, yes, he is complimenting him while they fight. Why not?