To the one who offered to give me my hand back, I did not ask you your name, and for that I apologize. I am called Nelyafinwë Maitimo Russandol, but you might call me Maedhros.
I have considered your offer, and have very much decided that I should like to do it. Though, I am unsure how I shall go about regaining use of a hand I have not had in so long. Especially given that it is not indeed mine.
I have grown accustomed to being without it, after all. Five hundred years and it scarcely crosses my mind anymore. But I would like to be whole again.
And so, what should I expect? Will I feel my fingers? Will I know that it is there, or shall I only know it when I look at it?
What else do you need to know? Other than what I have told you.