Maglor is quick, but Maedhros is the quicker — and he has spent longer wandering these halls, he knows their undulations better than that of his newly-arrived brother.

He cuts off Maglor's escape around the bend, standing as a dam before the haste of a swiftly-flowing river.

"Will you not heed me?" says he, in the booming tone that once marshaled the forces of Himring.