Maedhros slapped her hand away, it was an instinctive reflex, borne out a desire for personal space. He had not given her permission to touch any part of his body, and so he would not consent to let her touch him as she would. He held his ground, his eyes burning with fury. Had he done that to a woman himself it would be a great insult, a great invasion of their body and their comfort. He didn't understand why creatures would think they had the freedom to touch others as they pleased.
"I am Noldor," he said, "an elf of Valinor. Firstborn of the Children of Ilúvatar." And Crown Prince, by all rights, of the Noldor. A would be king who had abdicated his throne. Now not much more than a being who lived with the silent patience of a man waiting to die.