The circlet to is gone and Maedhros can't quite help but feel a slight sting in his heart for it. It's ridiculous of him, though, he had already known it was gone. It had been taken from him in Angband and melted down in it's forges. Losing it a second time should not hurt as much as it does.

"Gone... just a memory of a time long past now." He murmurs to himself.

It would have been nice to have been allowed to keep it. That memory of better times, but he's used to disappointment by now so he does as he always does and just swallow the bitter taste of it and pretends like it does not hurt him.