Fingers tightened in hair from his dreams as he clung, trying to remember to breath. that this might not actually be a walking dream leaving him in fact clutching another cliff face or tree, as he'd woken to find himself doing on more than one occasion.

Maglor let out a long breath though, trying not to let it hitch toward a sob. Or hysterical laugh. "...Chaos follows us wherever we go. Come though, we should meet it as best we can."