He was aware of what Maglor did next, listening to the quiet movements. It was nice, to have company again. Company that knew him. The other nations knewe him only as a nation, which was nice enough. Most of the time it was enough.

But when it wasn't? Those were the days he either got himself 'lost' on the streets, walk stretches of beaches that weren't travelled that often, or holed himself away, refusing to speak to anyone at all.

"I know. Do not expect me to forget your promise to visit though." Because if Maglor tried, now that France knew he had never Sailed or fully faded, there was very little that could stop him from finding him again.