"That is why we don't speak of it in front of them," he answered dryly. "But they will do their best in your stead. I fear there is not much we can do to return any sooner than we will."

Maglor didn't care where they were, so long as Fingon wasn't in immediate danger. He wouldn't fail his cousin again if he could avoid it.

What had he been doing? The smile he wore turned forced. How to explain...everything without telling his cousin of all the deaths? That he was the last one left? Should he even try? He was already damned and cursed, what would attempting to change what happen hurt?

"I was watching ships sail to Valinor," he eventually settled on. "And I'm fine, Finno."