Maglor's eyes fall closed and he leans a little into a touch he has deliberately made himself forget here in Asgard.

"Much. It is now the Third Age of the world for me, Nelyo. I saw our cousin Galadriel sail, I saw Celebrimbor reaches such wonderful heights, and fall just as far. And I saw our fosterling's triumph."

He nods at the mention of the fire. "I saw... you burn." He admits. You left me he does not say.