[He's thin around the edges, painfully so. But in awe that maybe he's not dreaming of being surrounded by family again. Elros and Maedhros' warmth helped with that slow dawning acceptance.

Maglor lets out a long, quiet breath, gaze drooping.]

...I know of him. He is a fine elf king, lord of the forest which once was known as the Greenwood, though became dark and corrupted over the last while.