Maedhros lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the rain pitter-patter on the roof. He turned over on his side and groaned. 'I'm never going to get any sleep.' He thought to himself, frustrated, and rolled onto his stomach. He felt his right arm pressing into his chest and shot up, grumbling angrily. He grasped a cloak and shoved his feet into a pair of boots. He laced them up, still grumbling, and pulled the cloak around his shoulders. He stood and quietly made his way outside.
To his slight surprise, there was already someone outside. At first, he thought it was Maglor, merely hunched over, but when he cleared his throat and the figure spun around, it was revealed to be one of the half-elven twins. Surprise was reflected on his face for a moment and he knew it. Quickly blustering to cover it up, he moved towards the elfling, unsure of his name. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" He wanted to sit down, but decided against it. The twins didn't trust him after all and sitting down beside one of them wouldn't improve the situation. "I...I couldn't sleep...sir." The elfling stammered, and Maedhros sighed deeply. "It's alright, I'm not mad at you. I was just wondering what you were doing out here at this time of night." Maedhros turned and left to find his peace elsewhere, too caught up in his memories to hear the elfling softly calling his name.