Maedhros feels his body falling; feels time slow down as he slowly nears the flame, the Silmarilli clutched tightly in his hand. A column of fire jumps out to greet him and he draws in a breath, preparing himself for the pain. When the flame reaches him however, he is surprised to discover that he doesn't feel anything; no pain, no relief. Just nothing. He waits, but his body only sinks into the lava, it is not consumed by it. A tear somehow finds a way to streak down his face, but his arms will not move and they can't wipe it away.
He waits, but nothing is happening. He is still alive and is still separated from Findekáno. He can't feel anything and vaguely wonders why he is not dying. Another tear streaks down his face and suddenly his arms can move. But he doesn't wipe the tears away and wraps his arms around his body.
A hand touches his shoulder and he looks to see Findekáno. His lips move, but he can't form words. "Maitimo..." Findekáno whispers and suddenly, everything hurts. He cries out in pain and Findekáno embraces him. "Hold on Russ. It will all be over soon."
Maedhros buries his head into Findekáno's shoulder, openly crying. The lava blurs, the rocks fade; only the pain and Findekáno's form vividly remain.
He feels like he is floating and suddenly, Findekáno's face is all that remians. A faint smile graces his face as the pain fades away and he touches Findekáno's cheek, not even realizing that he is using his right hand to do so as Findekáno smiles. "I have missed you Russandol."