"In a book," Maedhros says slowly. It is not outside the realm of possibility - the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda, his father had said, and since people can, apparently, move between worlds perhaps stories can as well - but it still feels strange.

"Are you referring to the Noldolantë, then?" It's a trick question, as much as he can manage - the Noldolantë is a song and not a book, but, more importantly, it's also Maglor's baby, and writing it down would require his brother to first consider it finished. Maedhros is fairly certain that Arda will be remade before that happens.