I am going to be close to you so much when we are home that you will wonder that I have not yet glued myself to you. [They were close like this, too, with Maedhros held securely on his horse by Fingon who rests his head against his shoulder, mindful to not catch him with his helm or armour. His fingers that are not directing the horse idly stroke Maedhros's arm still, tenderly touching where his wrist abruptly stops.]