"Aye, and so he must let the remainder of the Noldor suffer for it. Of course," he said, laughing bitterly. "Of course. Let him. I care not. As much as I hate it we all know the Doom shall never let us escape it. Even him." Maedhros watched Elenwë for a short moment, not the least bit defeated, deflated, or less angry than he had been minutes before.
No, his anger couldn't be abandoned so lightly. But he brushed passed her without another look her way and entered into the main rooms of their shared quarters. And once there collected his cloak and tossed it over his broad shoulders, and stepped barefoot out to seek the night.
Cruel and evil fates indeed. He did not want to have that conversation with her. Not with anyone.