"Have you no faith in your advisers in handling it in your absence?" Now he worried. Fingon was the most capable of them to lead, in his opinion. If more had listened to him...Maybe things would have gone better.

Maglor relaxed against his cousin, glad for the warm welcome even if he doubted he deserved it. He didn't want to pull away, but he didn't try to keep Fingon close any longer than the other elf wanted.

...And his poor condition had been noticed. His lips twisted wryly. "Yes," which wasn't a lie. He just didn't eat often.