Fingon himself enjoyed both training ground and battlefield, though sometimes that fact still brought a guilty twist to his stomach. Maglor, gentlest of his Feanorian cousins (admittedly, not that that was saying much) had always felt differently-and that was probably a good thing, all considered.

Still, there was some melancholy Fingon couldn't quite place, something that was deeper than normal-

He tilts his head to the side, "Well, there was a flash of green light, and then I was here, and...really, must I explain? The same thing must have happened to you. Did you just arrive as well?"