[You just keep telling yourself that, kiddo.

Fingon can see him examine this new relative and shrugs. It's a good instinct for a king to have, all things considered.]

Oh, did he now? [He throws his head back and laughs: spending the next century talking up his good points is such a Maedhros thing to do.] Well, that's Maedhros for you. I am good- I'll go as far to say I'm very good. But he's the better swordsman, and always has been. On pure technique he'll win every time.

[He enters the training grounds, unsheathes his sword, and bows.]