Just as he could never turn away from his brother. Not again. Not ever. His forehead furrows and he readies himself insomuch as he can...

Only to see the Dark creature his brother has become. No, he doesn't run; it doesn't occur to him, but he is incredibly sad.

"Don't cower." Maedhros rubs a hand over his brother's now furry neck, working his way up to his ear, "I can see the use of this skin, but the implications?"

Is Maglor himself?