[If there was someone around to kill, he'd probably kill them. He's not Celegorm, he doesn't enjoy it, but he'd do it all the same, because Dior's get had been right there, and the silmaril could have been theirs for the taking, and then with a feeling like his stomach being pulled back through his spine he'd fallen down here, covered in blood soaked armor - almost none of which was his - and ready to scream with rage when he'd looked up and hadn't been standing at a cliff by the sea. Was this a part of his punishment? It wasn't fair, but that was nothing new.
He took a moment to calm himself before pushing himself up with his only remaining hand, and leaving to explore. Maybe he'd be able to find a sword, or one of his brothers, though the more he looked the stranger this place became. It also wasn't exactly designed for an elf who was more than 7 feet tall, but at least the ceilings were tall enough. He still stuck out, of course, and the blood wasn't helping, and wasn't particularly comfortable. After a moment he spots someone using a sink, and walks over to them.]
Maedhros Feanorian | Tolkien's Legendarium
He took a moment to calm himself before pushing himself up with his only remaining hand, and leaving to explore. Maybe he'd be able to find a sword, or one of his brothers, though the more he looked the stranger this place became. It also wasn't exactly designed for an elf who was more than 7 feet tall, but at least the ceilings were tall enough. He still stuck out, of course, and the blood wasn't helping, and wasn't particularly comfortable. After a moment he spots someone using a sink, and walks over to them.]
May I?