After believing he'd been hearing and seeing his brothers for so long, he dismissed the familiar presence watching him as another figment. It wasn't the first time, though every time it made his heart hurt and he'd throw himself harder into whatever he was doing.

Maglor knew he wasn't alone on these training grounds, but took pains not to get in the way of anyone else. He hadn't expected a target to be hit with such force that it would hurtle at him, but it was easy to side-step and turn to avoid it and strike at it himself.

Curiosity had him glance at the warrior who had such strength, only for his breath to seize and he stumbled, pale and staring at the figment. His sword dropped from nerveless fingers.

"...N-Nelyo?"