(These poor children. Even with the Silmarils out of reach, they suffer. Is that part of the Fëanorian curse?)

You could not tell him no. (He knows the charms of little children in their blunt honesty.) Thank you for rescuing them, Elladan. Elros would be proud of you.

(His brow furrows and he gazes at nothing in particular, lost in the tangled web of his memories.)

He must. You must. Your father has suffered in ways you cannot imagine. To lose his brother, his wife, his daughter...

He needs his twins.