Vórimarac heard someone walk behind him and he turned his head seeing Maglor standing there. 

"Maedhros," Maglor began but jumped to the side as a knife was thrown and hit the ground by his feet. 

"Not. Maedhros." Vórimarac replied. 

"Whatever," Maglor said shaking his head. "I want to thank you for the silmaril...and find out what happened to you. I mean how did you become like this exactly?" 

"Just leave. Now," He said.

"No. I am your brother and you-" He was cut off as Vórimarac turned and looked at him with a glare that could skin someone alive. "My brother? I ask you this then if you truly cared then why did you just sit back and let me be tortured." 

Maglor looked like was he was slapped. Yet he had nothing to reply to that. He looked down but was a bit suprised to hear Vórimarac let out a humorless laugh. "I don't care honestly. You did what you did and I was close to death. So what." 

"You're not mad at me?" He asked. 

"I gave up with being annoyed at you. I came to the conclusion that all of you were cowards and in truth if one of you did try to come and save me with me being me. I would have killed you where you stood." Vórimarac said and walked over and kicked up the knife and grabbed it and put it away. 

"We are not cowards," Maglor said.

"Right, and you did not come since..." Vórimarac said but did not finish the sentence. 

Maglor looked at him and then asked, "Are you drunk right now?" 

"Yeah. That's why I am not actually stabbing you to shut up." He grumbled. Maglor gave him a long look and sighed. His brother was really lost, Maedhros never minded a drink here or there but never got himself flat out drunk. 

"You look like someone broke your harp," Vórimarac said. 

Maglor looked at him and said, "I look like that since I am just realizing how much my brother is gone!" 

"I did tell you that," Vórimarac said. Maglor sighed and shook his head. He walked out of a tent that he took over. 

"He's not coming is?" Caranthir asked. 

"Yeah. Maedhros is not anywhere there," Maglor said. "We should get going now I guess...try to get the last two Silmaril's." 

His other brothers nodded and as they walked away Fingon walked over to Maglor and said, "Wait just a moment." 

"Yes?" Maglor asked looking at him. 

Fingon had a falcon perched on his shoulder and he held out his arm. "I know Vórimarac is well...a jerk. But if you want to keep in touch you can use this falcon." 

"Thank you," Maglor said as he accepted it. "Keep an eye on him...he may not accept it but he's still our brother." 

"Will do," Fingon said with a nod. When Maglor left Fingon turned and walked in a firm pace into Vórimarac tent. Yet when he walked into the tent Vórimarac was asleep which was a rare sight. Fingon sighed, things with Vórimarac were just going to be a mess, weren't they.