A small quirked smile, a little sad, a little proud. "I am... very good at passing unnoticed, Uncle. How else do you think we got into the camp of the Valar?"

Of all the brothers, Maedhros worried the least about Maglor. Maglor could go where and when he pleased and seldom brought any guards and Maedhros never worried. Even then, the bard had learnt how to hide in Song, to twist eyes away from him, to be utterly forgettable and forgotten.