"Uncle Maedhros? Uncle Maglor? Cousin Fingon?" he repeats the names drowsily, frowning as he tries to understand, "My Atar lives along with many of my kin?" he blinks through the feverish haze that has become his vision. He does not see blood or chains. He is...in a home.

And his father is looking at him with such heart-rending concern that he scrambles into his arms at last, clinging and shaking.

"I'm sick. I feel..." his teeth are chattering, though his body is giving off pure heat, "...horrible! But you're here. I'm not with...that beast. I hate him so!"