Leaving Tirion
Their gazes met briefly, one of them looking upwards at the windows while mounting his horse, the other looking down at the crowded courtyard and sorely missing the days they used to ride together, far from the struggles of the city.
None of them could withstand the other's eyes for long, though. Once they were friends, now they were but half-cousins, and this at best; both of them the King's grandsons. But the dark-haired noldo would stay in Tirion and the red-haired one was leaving for a long exile in Formenos.
Out of sight, out of mind, Maedhros thought ruefully.