[....Like Maglor won't go wherever Elros, Maedhros, or Fingon go. He'll even sit right next to his fosterson! He's even cleaned his sword by this point. Maedhros can fuss over him all he wants, bundle him up in warm blankets and feed him until he falls asleep, but he'll always do his best to be wherever his family needs him.]
You called, cousin. Where else would I be?
[He frowns at the tidings, not all that sure he likes where his cousin is going with this. But...kinsman of Thingol...]
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You called, cousin. Where else would I be?
[He frowns at the tidings, not all that sure he likes where his cousin is going with this. But...kinsman of Thingol...]
Who is this elf you speak of?