He didn't have the heart to attack his brother, no matter how much it may be deserved. It was centuries in the past. He'd thought he'd be alone for the rest of his days.

Maglor shook in his brother's arms, burying his face against the familiar chest as he clung desperately. If he could crawl into his brother, he would have. The years almost seemed to vanish, they nearly did in the remembered safety of these arms.

"Are you really here? I've dreamed..."