I was unable to save him. He saved me once, long ago, but I was incapable of repaying that debt. He is dead now, his spirit has fled to the Halls of Waiting. His body was unrecognizable at first, his banner - blue and silver - soaked with his blood to the point where I doubt it will all come out. I wrap the bloodied banner around myself, rocking back and forth, crying for my cousin. My best friend...the one who spared me years of torment as Morgoth's prisoner - no, Morgoth's slave, his plaything. I weep for him, but I am glad he is now free from this awful war. I just wish I could follow him...
They say that he has no heart, that he cares for no one, but himself. If that were true, he would not be locked up in his room for weeks now, wrapped in the banner soaked in Findekáno's blood. He loved Findekáno as a brother. They were split after the kinslaying, but once Findekáno saved him from Morgoth, they were closer then ever before. If they could see him now; a broken spriit lost without it's guiding light; they would not - could not - be able to call him heartless.
Multiple points of view here, in case you didn't get that.