Maedhros’ name has earned that sort of response before, but not for some time and never in this world. Eddie is most assuredly not from Arda, that much is clear, and he could not have learned of this from Eowyn, who does not know - and yet he knows it all the same. For the second time in as many minutes, Maedhros finds himself faced with something for which he has absolutely no explanation.

“The very same,” he says, curious and a little cautious but not hostile - not yet, at any rate. The city has many tricks; it is entirely possible that this is simply one of those. “Though I might wonder how you know that.”