"Mercy?" He asks incredulously. "You thought there was any mercy in surviving your death knowing it was I that brought you there? No. Mercy would have been if I had died there as well."

Turgon and Lomion had already been long dead, having not survived the fall of Gondolin, and Idril had long since left to seek Valinor together with her mortal husband. Not that their absence had made his actions any more forgivable.

When Maedhros looks back up at Fingon his eyes are like two black pits of despair. "Nothing can ever make me feel better. But you are my king and I will not decieve you, you are owed the truth from me. If, however, you decide I am to die for my crimes I'd ask you to let me do it myself. This place... it's leaders may look unkindly upon you for taking the life of a fellow Visitor and I would not have you face censure for delivering justice upon me."