Maglor would. He would bend over and break himself to pieces if it meant ensuring the safety of these precious twins.

"Nay! I see light and life in your faces!" The light in his voice was unforced then, and the smile easier to hold.

Something to hide? Oh yes. Much. Sorrow touched his eyes before he shoved it aside. Then he found himself bracing himself a little, inward, steeling his nerves for rejection. "When one gets to my age, with my experiences, there is often much to hide."

What was he doing?

"...You may know me as Maglor." He prepared himself to be attacked. And to not fight back or attempt to defend himself, however deep it would hurt.