It was a chord he felt he knew, vibrating in the air, drawing him on even more than the knowledge he had to find a certain thief and retrieve a special bow and quiver of arrows- arrows included.

A chord that struck disgust, fury, and pain through his heart and made his lips want to curl. But with the fact too that his brother and the sons of Elrond were here, or back in the Library he knew not for certain, he was more focus than he had in some time.

He got close enough eventually to hear those words of warning before a piercing blow struck him in the chest, doubling him over with a gasp. And his world changed.

Maglor straightened, feeling his head clear and a sense of peace and joy- of pure love spread through him, and so instead of going after the figure who'd shot him, he pulled his harp out of his pack and started to play a song that reflected his sudden mood. His steps turned almost stalking as he approached, grey eyes fixed on the vision of fire and heat and beauty before him, lips curled faintly in welcome.

"I feel I know you, could this be true?"