Such simple words, but they cut deep into his heart. France bit hard at his lip to keep the sob back as he curled protectively around the emotionally wounded elf. Unable to sleep at that point even if he'd wanted to. He found himself remembering his family, replaying memories.

Until Maglor's nightmares woke the elf, and bought his focus back to the present with a hint of a sigh as he cupped Maglor's cheek gently. "Hush. You are safe." No one would touch his nephew while he was around.