"Yes." Maglor sighs softly, and gently sets his teacup down and turns his hands palms up, to reveal the burn scars.

"And in fulfilling it, my brother and I, we realised that we had forfeited all rights to it, for the treasure that we swore to reclaim rejected us, at the last." He huffs softly. "We should have known - they were holy - sanctified to bear no evil touch - and we were anything but, especially by the end. But for our father, for our grandfather... love can blind, especially when tied to grief and duty."