#75 Handicapped
Maedhros growled in frustration. For the past several hours now, he had been trying to braid his hair with only one hand. Many weeks passed since that fateful day in which his cousin Fingon rescued him from Thangorodrim. But the rescue had come with a painful price: the loss of his right hand.
Even though he was truly grateful for his cousin's bravery in saving him, Maedhros was now beginning to wish he had just been left to die. What use was there in only having one hand? Nothing! Maedhros threw his brush across the room and screamed in frustration. Flinging himself on his bed, he fought back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
No, he thought to himself sitting up. I am better than this. I am the son of Fëanor and Nerdanel. I did not come all the way out here just to be defeated by a little handicap or to wallow in self-pity. I can overcome this."
With a new wave of determination overcoming him, he rose to his feet and retrieved his brush. Walking to the mirror once more, he took a deep breath and tried again to finish the task he started hours ago. Out in the hall watching with a small smile was his younger brother Maglor. Yes, háno, you will overcome this.
Háno – brother in Quenya