Maedhros
A few miles away, Maedhros' horse outstripped those of his men as he galloped his way down the coast.
"If Elwing makes it to the Grey Havens before us, we'll have Cirdan's army to deal with," he called out. He slowed slightly to swerve around a large boulder and then pressed forward again. From far away his elf eyes could make out a figure on a horse, and as he got closer, the fluttering of ash-white cloth as the elf whipped their head around to view the pursuit.
Maglor was right. He thought of Elwing's young sons, abandoned in the town under siege, and a red hue flickered at the edge of his vision for a moment. Ahead of him in the distance, Elwing spurred her horse faster.