Passion has oft been confused with possession. I hold the flame of my father within me; I must put it to work.

(As Fëanor had descended into madness, Maedhros had taken on an almost parental role with his brothers. His time with Fingon is a pleasure and so he felt guilty partaking of it anytime his brothers were in need. Unfortunately that left both of them quite unsatisfied.

There is another creation Maedhros does not mind pouring his mind, body and soul into. The love - the passion - he feels for the dark beauty before him is greater than his need to craft. His body burns like the fires around him and he smiles with open admiration.)

Slaps, you mean? (He takes a taunting step forward, closer, his gaze traveling over Fingon hungrily.) You can slap me.