I'm surprised you never did attempt something like that. [Fingon teases. There had been hunting in Aman, after all, and many a brother to goad him on.] Clearly my looming disappointment prevented you from trying to break in any swine as a steed.

[Haldamir smiles but he is still looking over Maedhros, trying to see what else may be wrong other than the battery of bruises that are slowly changing colour and fading as he works.] What else hurts, my lord?