Maglor stands very still and lets Maedhros set the pace, lets his brother touch carefully rather than cling to him tightly.

"No, I imagine you have not." Maglor agrees gently, keeping the low soothing tones he knows settles his brother, and wishing for the ability to wind comfort in them the way he could before.

"And I suppose I might - I have been here for a while." Long enough to fill a full, very mortal life the first time, and a few days already this time.