Leareth seems genuinely happy and relieved to hear this. After breakfast, he tells Maitimo that he wants to take another walk, this time alone (and he will make sure to pace himself and not end up stranded too tired to walk back.) 

“All right. Have a good time.”

Leareth takes some paper to write on, and food wrapped up to carry, and heads out just past the city proper. He sits and looks at the strange sunless-plants, weirdly naked-looking in the light. 

He thinks. Writes. Mostly about Vanyel, but drifting back and forth between various topics. 

...A few hours past high noon, he suddenly stops, his hand freezing midway through the word he had been writing. 

:Maitimo?: He should still easily be in Mindspeech range. 

Yes?

It's very hard to get anything out in words. :Can you - I need - just come here?: He sends a picture of where he is. 

He hurries.

I’m here, it’s okay -

Leareth has been sitting curled up, his page of notes half-crumpled in his hand. When he feels Maitimo coming, he scrambles up and practically dives into his arms. 

It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re here in Tol Eressëa. Everyone is safe.

:I know: Leareth manages finally. :Thank you for - for being here: He isn't really confused about where he isn't. Isn't even scared, exactly. It's a different set of emotions than usual and he keeps bouncing again and again off finding words for it. 

:...Might I just show you?: 

Of course.

It's a disconnected fragment of memory. One they never found during his sessions with Melody, because it's not like the others. It doesn't contain any speeches from Melkor, or any Maiar, or any conversation at all. Just Leareth resting in a stone room, alone, thinking. 

...

- It keeps feeling like he's forgotten something. Like catching glimpses of open doors from the corner of his eye, except when he turns there's nothing - Leareth is very used to trying to cram several thousand years worth of history into a single brain, he has ways of checking -

(confusion, wrongness) 

- he's missing pieces. He can't guess what they are but there are enough traces - somehow he missed noticing until now that, obviously, completely goddamned obviously, Melkor can do whatever he likes with Leareth's memories - 

(fear rising to panic) 

- who knows how long he's been here - how much of his own side he's killed - no wonder Melkor knew exactly what to say -

(terror fades into despair) 

- he knows now that he's already lost - had lost this the moment Melkor pinned him down in the caves - he opens a metaphorical door in his mind -

(A tower. The stars. A promise to the world, to the future, not to give up. Resolute hope. It's what Aulë must have seen, when he said that Leareth wanted to build something) 

- he tears it apart - nothing and no one - not safe to try - no longer any way out -

"Oh.

I'm so sorry. I -"

:It's all right, you don't have to say anything - can you just...hold me...?: 

In the memory he was very afraid. Right now, though, Leareth mostly just feels overwhelmingly sad. Like there's something to be grieved, here, a - version of himself who died, more or less. And maybe things will eventually be okay again, maybe he can find a path forward, but he can't go back and erase this particular loss. 

He can just hold him. And sing, very softly, the song they sang for Tylendel, the song they sang for dead Quendi before they knew how to get them back.